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The  Money  Spinner 

AN  ORIGINAL  COMEDY  IN  TWO  ACTS 


BY 

ARTHUR  W.  PINERO 

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at  that  Game"  "  Daisy's  Escape"  "  Hester's  Mystery," 

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I  Ion 

5  Faiia 
1  Th«  Lady  •!  Lyoiu 

4  Richelieu 
i  The  Wife 

6  The  HoiievmooQ 
1  The  SchoJl  for  Scandal 
8  Money 

VOL.  II. 
»  The  StraLger 

10  Grandfather  WUtehead 

11  Richard  III 

12  Love'i  Sacrifica 

13  The  Gamester 

14  A  Cur.;  for  the  Heartachf 

15  The  Hunchback 

16  Don  Caesar  de  Baz&n 

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17  The  Poor  Gentleman 

18  Hamlet 
lu  Ch:.rlesII 
2U  Venice  Preserved 

21  Pizarro 

22  Til e  Love  Cbasa 

23  Othello 

24  Lend  me  Five  Shilliilgs 

VOL.  IV. 

25  Virginias 

26  King  of  the  Common! 
S7  Loudon  A&surance 
28  The  Rent  Day 
2ii  Two  Gentlemen  of  Verona 

30  The  Jealous  Wife 

31  The  Rivalt 

32  Perfection 

VOL.  V.      [Debts 
.1!!  A  New  Way  to  Pay  Old 

34  Look  Before  You  Leap 

35  King  John 

36  Nervous  Man 

37  Damon  and  Pythias 

38  Clandestine  ^iarriage 

39  William  Tell 

40  Day  after  the  Wedding 

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41  Speed  the  Plough 

42  Romeo  and  Juliet 

43  Feudal  Times 

44  Charles  the  Twelfth 

45  The  Bride 

46  The  Follies  of  a  Night 

47  lr..n  Chest        [Fair  Ladv 
4«  F.<iint  Hear    Never  Won 

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49  Road  to  Ruin 
6u  Macbeth 
51  Temper 
5if  Evadne 
53  Bertram 
64  The  Duenna 
55  M  uch  A  do  About  Nothing 

66  The  Critic 

VOL.  VIII. 

67  The  Apostate 

68  Twelfth  Night 

69  Brutus 
6u  Sm.pson  A  Co 

61  Merchar.t  nf  Venice 

62  (lldHeadsiY 

63  Mountaineers 

64  Three  Weeks  after  Mar 

VOL.  IX. 

65  Love 

66  As  You  Like  It 

67  The  Elder  Brother 
6«  Werner 
69  Gisippus 
TO  Town  and  Country 

71  King  Lear 

72  Blue  Devils 

VOL.  X. 

73  Henry  VIII 

74  Married  and  Singla 

75  Henrv  IV 

76  Paul  Pry 

77  Guy  Mannerlng 

78  Sweethearts  and  Wives 

79  Serious  Family 

80  Sue  Stoops  to  Conquer 


VOL.  XI. 
81  Julius  Cttsar 
bJ  Vicar  of  Wakefield 

83  Leap  Year 

84  The  Catspaw 

85  The  Passing  Cloud 
66  Drunkard    ■ 

87  R.ib  Roy 

88  George  Barnwell 
VOL.  XII. 

89  Ingomar 
W  Sketches  in  India 
91  Two  Friends 
9  J  Jane  Shore 
93  Corsican  Brothers 
64  Mind  your  own  Business 
^5  Writing  on  the  Wall 

96  Heir  at  Law 

VOL.  xin. 

97  Soldier's  Daughter 
9-  Douglas 
99  Marco  Spada 

loO  Nature's  Nobleman 
lul  Sardanapalus 
102  Civilization 
lii3  The  Robbers 
1U4  Katharine  and  Petmchlo 
VOL.  XIV. 

105  Game  of  Love 

106  Midsuir._er  Night's 

107  Ernestine  [Dream 
10s  Rag  Picker  of  Paris 
109  Flying  Dutchman 
lio  Hvpoc-ite 

1 1 1  Tlier«.< 

112  La  Tour  de  Nesle 
VOL.  XV. 

113  Ireland  As  It  is 

1 1 4  Sea  of  Ice 

115  Seven  Clerks 

116  Game  ot  Life 

117  Forty  Thieves 

118  Bry.in  Boroibme 

119  Romance  and  Reality 

120  Ugolino 
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121  The  Tempest 

122  The  Pilot 

123  Carpenter  of  Rouen 
14  King's  Rival 

125  Little  Tre.asure 

126  Donibey  and  Son 
12*  Parents  and  Guardians 
118  Jewess 

VOL.  XVII. 
129  Camille 
l:iO  Married  Life 

131  Wenlock  of  Wenlock 

132  Rose  of  Etlrickvale 

133  David  Copperfield 

134  Aline,   or    the    Rose    of 

135  Pauline  [Killarney 

136  Jane  Eyre 
VOL.  XVIIT. 

137  Night  and  Morning 

138  .Bthiop 

139  Three  Guardsmen 

140  Tom  Cringle 

141  Henriette.  the  Forsaken 
,,      ,    142  Eustache  Baudin 

gHearts|,j3  j.^^^^^  Maliravera 
l?.^"'il44  Bold  Dragoons 
VOL.  XIX. 

145  Dred,  or  the  Dismal 
[Swamp 

146  Last  Days  of  Pompeii 
U7  F,smeraldi 

148  I'eter  WiUina 

149  Ben  the  Bo  .tswaln 
15.0  Jonathan  Bradford 

151  Retribution 

152  Mineral! 
VOL.  XX. 

153  French  Spy 

1 54  V.  ept  of  Wish-ton  Wish 

155  Evil  Geniu£ 

156  lien  Bolt 

157  Sailor  of  Fr«nce 

158  Red  Mask  * 

159  Life  of  an  Actress 

160  Wedding  Day 


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VOL.  XXI. 

161  All's  Fair  in  Lore 

162  H.,fer 

163  Self 

164  Cinderella 

165  Phantom 

166  Franklin 

167  The  Gunmake 

168  The  Loveoi^. 

VOL.  XXII. 

169  Son  of  the  Night 

170  Rory  O'.More 

171  Golden  Eagle 
'72  RienrI 

173  Broke:.  Sword 

174  Rip  Van  Winkle 

175  Isabelle 

176  Heart  of  Mid  Lothian 

VOL.  XXI 11. 

177  Actress  of  Padua 
ITS  Floating  Beacon 

179  Bride  of  Lammcrmoor 
18"  Cataract  of  the  Gauges 

181  Robber  of  the  Rhine 

182  School  ot  Reform 

183  Wandering  boys 
1S4  Mazeppa 

VOL.  XXIV. 
185  Young  New  \ork 
186The  Victi:i.! 

187  Romance  after  Marriage 

188  Biig.ind 

189  Poor  of  New  York 

190  Ambrose  Gwinett 

191  Rjiymoiid  and  Agnes 

192  Gambler's  Fale 

VOL.  XXV. 

193  F.ither  and  Son 

194  M.issaniello 

195  Sixteen  String  Jack 

196  Youth  ml  Queen 

197  Skeleton  Witness 

195  Innkeeper  of  Abbeville 
199  Miller  and  his  Men 
2'^0  Aladdin 

VOL.  XXVI. 

201  Adrienne  the  Actreat 

202  Undine 

203  Jesse  Brown 

204  Asmodeus 

205  Mormons 

206  Blanche  of  Brandywine 

207  Viola 

208  Deserct  Deserted 

VOL.  XXVII. 

209  Americans  in  Paris 

210  Victorine 

211  Wizard  of  the  Wave 

212  Castle  Spectre 

213  Horse-shoe  Robinson 
Armand,  Mrs.  Mowatt 
Fashion,  Mrs.  Mowatt 

216  Glance  at  .New  York 
VOL.  XXVIII. 

217  Inconstant 

218  ITncle  Tom's  Cabin 

219  Guide  to  the  Stage 

220  Veteran 

221  Miller  of  New  Jersey 

222  Dark  Hour  before  Dawn 

223  Midium'rNight'sDream 
[Laura  Keene's  Edition 

224  Art  and  Artifice 
VOL.  XXIX. 

225  Poor  Young  Man 

226  Ossawattomie  Brown 

227  Pope  of  Rome 

228  Oliver  Twist 
2-.'9  Pauvrette 

230  Man  in  the  Iron  Mask 

231  Knight  of  Arva 

232  Moll  Pitcher 

VOL.  XXX. 

233  Black  Eyed  Susan 
-.'4  Satan  in  Paris 

235  Rosina  Meadows        [ess 

236  West  End,  or  Irish  Heir- 

237  Six  Degrees  of  Crime 

238  The  Lady  and  the  Devil 

239  Avemrer*  or  Moorof  Sici- 


VOL.  XXXI. 

241  Merrv  Wives  of  Windsor 

242  Mary's  Birthday 

243  Shaiidv  Maguire 

244  Wild  Oats 

245  Michael  Erie 

246  Idiot  Witness 

247  Willow  Copse 

248  Pei^le's  Lawyer 

VOL.  XXXIL 
S49  The  Boy  Martyrs 

250  Lucretia  Borgia 

251  Surgeon  of  Paris 

252  Pa^ician's  Daughter 

253  *^hoemaker  of  Toul  use 

254  Mouieritous  Question 

255  Love  and  Loyalty 

256  Robber's  Wi'fe 

VOL.  XXXIII. 

257  Dumb  Girl  of  Genoa 
2t8  Wreck  Ashore 

259  Clari 

26"  Rural  Felicity 

261  Wallace 

262  Madelaine 

263  The  Fireman 

264  Grist  to  the  Mill 

VOL.  XXXIV. 

265  Two  Loves  and  a  Life 

266  Annie  Blake 
L'67  Steward 

268  Captain  Kvd 

269  Nick  <if  thi  Woods 
2-0  Marble  Heart 

271  Second  Love 

272  Dream  at  Sea 

Vol.  XXXV. 

273  Breach  of  Promise 
74  Review 

275  Lady  of  the  Lake 

276  Still  Maier  Ruus  Deep 

277  The  i^cholar 

278  Helping  Hands 

279  Faust  and  Marguerite 

280  Last  M:.n 

VOL.  XXXVT. 
2a I  Belle's  Stratagem 
2b2  Old  and  Young 

283  Raffiiella 

284  Ruth  O.akley 

285  British  flf  >e 
2^6  A  Life  s  Aansom 
287  Giralda 

28  -  Time  Tries  All 

VOL.  XXXVIL 

289  Ella  Rosenlurg 

290  Warlock  of  the  Glen 

291  Zelina  I 

292  Beatrice 

»3  Neighbor  Jackwood 

294  Wonder 

295  Robert  Emmet 

296  Green  Bu.-hes 
VOL.  XXXVTII. 

297  Flowers  ol  the  Forest 

298  A  Bachelor  of  Arts 

299  The  Midnight  Banquet 

300  Husband  of  in  Hour 

301  Love's  Labor  Lost 

.302  Naiad  Queen  | 

303  Caprice 

304  Cradle  of  Libertv 
VOL.  XXXIX. 

305  The  Lost  Ship  i 

306  Country  Squire 

307  Fraud  and  iu  Victims 

308  Putnam  i 

309  King  and  Deserter 

310  La  Fammina 

311  A  Hard  Struggle 

312  Gwinnette  Vaughan 
VOL.  XL. 

313  The  Love  Knot     [Judge 

314  Lavater.   or  Not  a   Bad 
Noble  Heart 

316  Coriolanus 

317  The  Winter's  Tale 

318  Eveleen  Wilson 

319  Ivanht 


240  Masks  and  Faces  [lyi320  Jonathan  in  England 


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SAMUEL  FRENCH.  28-30  West  38th  Street,  New  York  City. 


THE  MOSEY  SPINKER 


AN  ORIGINAL  COMEDY 


IN  TWO  ACTS 


BY 


ARTHUR  W.  PINERO 

Author  of  "  Two  Hniidvcd  a  Ycnr,"  "  La  Coiiicic"  "  Tico  can  r^ay 

at  that  Game,"  "  Daisy's  Escape  "  "  Hesters  Mystery" 

"  Bygones 


Copyright,  1900,  by  T.  H.  French  ! 


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THE  MONEY  SPINNEE. 


CAST  OF  CHARACTERS. 

Prince's,  Manchester,  St.  James's,  Londoiif 

Xovember  5th,  tsso.  January  sth.  issi. 

Lord  Kengussie Mr.  J.  Bolton Mr.  W.  H.  Kendal. 

Baron  Croodle Mr.  E.  J.  George Mr.  John  Hare. 

Harold  Boycott Mr.  R.  A.  Roberts Mr.  J.  Clayton. 

Jules  Faubert Mr.  A.  C.  Forde Mr.  Mackintosh. 

Porter Mr.  D.  Verney. 

Millicent  Boycott Miss  Emily  Levellez Mrs.  Kendal. 

Dorinda  Croodle Miss  Nellie  Young Miss  Kate  Phillips 

Margot Miss  Kate  Thoburn Mrs.  Gaston  Murray. 


Act  L— Ten  a.m.  Act  II.— Ten  p.m. 

Scene.— Boycott's  Lodgings,  17  Rue  Beauvoisine,  Rouen. 


Time.— The  Present. 


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THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 


ACT   I. 


Scene. — Harold  Boycott's  lodgings,  17,  Rue  Beauvoisins, 
Rouen.  Time,  ten  o'clock  in  the  morning.  A  large  morn- 
ing room  furnished  in  French  fashion,  brightly  and 
gaudily.  Walls  and  decorations  imcliite  and  gold.  At 
back  two  tvindows  ivhich  open  on  a  railed  balcony  over- 
looking the  centre  court.  On  R.  of  stage,  large  double 
doors,  closed.  On  the  opposite  side  a  similar  opening 
leading  into  another  apartment,  closed  by  curtains  in 
place  of  doors.  Below  doors  R.  a  sinall  icriiing-desk  and 
chair.  In  the  centre  an  ottoman  to  seat  tliree  people. 
Between  the  two  irindows  at  back  a  pretty  black  pianette  ; 
on  the  top  of  pianette  a  folded  newspaper  and  three  un- 
op>ened  letters.  A  small  drugget  fu  centre  is  the  0)dy  car- 
peting. Light  chairs,  mirrors,  gold  candelabre,  etc.,  to 
fdl  spaces.  On  bcdcony,  outside  left  windotc,  a  .^mcdl 
table  and  two  camp-stools.  Tlie  table  is  laid  for  breakfast, 
prettily,  a  la  Frangaise.  The  sun  is  streaming  into  the 
room.  Lively  French  music  to  oj^en.  At  I'ise  of  curtain 
Margot  enters  through  doors  R.,  carrying  a  bunch  of 
grapes,  a  melon,  and  a  bundle  of  flowers.  i\lARGOT  is 
Boycott's  housekeeper,  and  is  a  blunt  and  jovial-looking 
teaman  of  fifty.  She  icears  a  blue  cotton  print  dress,  unth 
a  scrupulously  tchite  cap  and  frilled  ajiron.  She  closes 
the  doors  after  her. 

Mar.  {who  speaks  French-English  with  the  pronounced 
style  of  a  Frenchwoman,  surveying  her  purchases)  Voila ! 
there  we  all  are!  {music  ceases;  she  goes  up  to  breakfast 
table  and  puts  the  flowers  in  a  small  vase  in  the  centre)  It 
is  grand  !  {goes  to  the  opening  h.  and  draws  curtain — she 
claps  her  hands  sharjyly  and  calls)  Madame  Milly !  Mon- 
sieur Boycott  !  ze  breakfast  !  Madame  Milliceiit  I  ze  break- 
fast !  {sJie  goes  off  calling,  through  the  opening  i...  closijig 
the  curtains  after  her.  Directly  Margot /(«s  disappeared 
there  is  a  knocking  outside  the  doors  R.    It  is  rejieated. 


r,  THE  MONEY  SPINNER, 

Then  the  cJoorfi  sloicly  open  and  the  Ziead o/ Monsieur  JULES 
Faubert  appears) 

Fau.  {wlio  also  speaks  icith  the  accent  of  a  foreigner) 
Boycott,  my  friend,  are  you  at  home  ?  My  friend  Boycott, 
do  you  hear  me  ?  {receiving  no  answer  he  enters  rather 
cautiously  and  looks  round.  He  is  in  black,  wearing  a  long 
tightly  buttoned  frock  coat  and  a  tall  hat.  His  hair  is  red 
and  closely  cropped,  his  voice  is  soft,  and  his  manner  stealthy 
and  mechanical)  Where  is  Boycott,  my  friend?  Ah,  he 
lias  not  yet  taken  liis  breakfast.  {He  crosses  over  to  the 
curtains  L.,  and  looks  through)  No  one  to  be  seen.  Boy- 
cott asks  me  to  call  for  him  at  ten  o'clock  in  the  morning, 
and  it  is  now  a  quarter-past  ten  by  the  Great  Clock,  and  he 
is  not  visible,  {walking  round  the  room  inspecting  the 
objects  u-ith  curiosity)  Yet  he  could  not  have  left  the  house, 
for  I  have  been  watching  at  the  front  door  since  eight 
o'clock,  (takes  letters  from  top  of  jnanette)  Besides,  here 
are  his  letters  unopened,  (examines  them  narrowly,  scru- 
tinizing the  u-riting.  and  weighing  them  in  his  hand)  One 
Mr.  Boycott,  with  the  postmark  of  London.  Two,  Mon- 
sieur Boycort,  with  the  postmark  of  Eouen.  Three,  Ma- 
dame Boycott,  with  the  postmark  of  Paris,  (rejjlacing 
letters)  Ah,  I  have  not  yet  the  pleasure  of  the  acquaint- 
ance of  ]\Iadame  Boycott.  Poor  soul,  perhaps  she  will  know 
me  some  da5\  (going  over  to  door  r.)  Well,  I  shall  call 
again  after  breakfast.  My  friend  Boycott  is  getting  very 
unpunctual — a  bad  sign — a  very  bad  sign. 

Goes  quietly  out,  R.,  closing  the  doors  after  him  as  he 
leaves.  Harold  enters  from  l.,  followed  by 'Mii^u- 
CENT  and  Margot.  Millicent  goes  to  the  breakfast 
table  on  the  balcony.  Harold  seats  himself  deject- 
edly on  ottoman,  c.  Millicent  is  a  jyretty  girl,  dressed 
lightly  and  tastefidly.  Harold  a  good-looking  fellow 
in  a  dressing  jacket. 

Mil.  (at  breakfast  table)  Oh,  what  beautiful  grapes ! 
Thank  you,  Margot. 

Mar.  I  knew  madame  would  love  zem.  (Millicent  sits 
at  table.  Margot  fetches  newspaper  and  letters  from  pia- 
nette, coming  down  R.  of  ottoman)  Lettares  for  monsieur. 
(giving  Harold  newspaper  and  the  letters :  as  Harold 
takes  them  he  turns  his  head  sharply  towards  door  R.) 

Har.  (susp)iciously)  There  are  footsteps  on  the  stairs. 
Who  is  there  ? 

Mar.  I  shall  see. 

Mil.  (on  balcony)  The  sun  has  quite  boiled  the  wine. 
(Margot  has  gone  to  the  doors  r.,  opened  them,  and  looked 
out) 

Hah.  (to  Margot)  W^ell  ? 


THE  MONF.Y  SPINNER.  7 

Mar.  I  do  not  see  zee  footsteps,  monsieur. 

Har.  (yiving  Margot  «  letter)  Give  this  letter  to  j'our 
mistress,  tlieii  go  downstairs  and  ask  the  concierge  if  he 
has  allowed  anyone  to  pass  this  morning. 

Mar.  Yes,  monsieur.  ( Margot  fa/ces/effer  fo  Millicent, 
<t)id  then  goes  out,  R.) 

Har.  {oj)ening  Jus  letters;  aside)  The  curse  of  these 
IJublic  staircases.  One  is  never  free  from  intrusion,  niiglit 
just  as  well  live  on  the  high  road,  (reading  letter)  Notliing 
but  ill  news  from  London.  Nothing  but  drear^^  dreary 
disappointment  morning  after  morning.  God  help  us  ! 
(cruslies  letter  and  jJ^ts  it  in  his  liocket ;  opens  the  other) 
Of  course  from  Gourville,  the  tailor — will  sue  me  for  his 
account,  will  he  ? 

Mil.   (from  balcony)  How  many  letters,  Harold  ? 

Har.  One,  dear. 

Mil.  From  wliom  ? 

Har.  (opening  neivsjjajjer)  Gourville,  the  tailor,  for  his 
bill. 

Mil.  Oh,  Harold,  you  ought  to  pay  him. 

Har.  Yes,  I  ought.     Who  writes  to  j'ou  ? 

Mil.  It  is  father's  handwriting.  I  don't  want  to  spoil 
rny  breakfast,  so  I  shan't  open  it  j'et. 

Har.  (irritably)  What,  in  Heaven's  name,  does  your 
father  want  now? 

Mil.  (cutting  bread)  A  couple  of  my  silk  dresses  for 
Dorinda,  I'll  be  bound.  Or  another  frockcoat  of  yours,  or 
a  something  to  make  up  the  rent.  Poor  dad  !  down  on  his 
luck  again,  I  suppose. 

Har.  Yes,  but  I  wish  to  goodness  he  wouldn't  be  so 
down  on  other  people's.  Why  does  not  your  sister  Dorinda 
go  out  into  the  world  and  earn  her  own  living,  and  wear 
honest  stuff  dresses,  as  other  women  do? 

Mil.  Poor  Dolly  is  so  helpless. 

Har.  Helpless  !  Slie  is  clever  enough  at  turning  the 
king  at  ecarte. 

Mil.  Oh,  Harold ! 

Har.  It  is  the  trutli.  The  first  time  that  I  met  you  at 
your  father's  house  your  ingenious  little  sister  cleared  me 
of  six  weeks'  salary.  I  don't  say  she  could  help  her  posi- 
tion, poor  girl,  but  it  is  a  false  one.  I  say,  let  your  father 
give  uj)  his  ugly  little  gambling  parties  and  go  to  Aus- 
tralia. 

Mil.  The  Bai-on  can't  dig. 

Har.  "  Baron,"  indeed  !  Well,  then,  if  he  can't  dig,  let 
him  go  to 

Mil.  Ah,  where?     Come,  Harold,  where? 

Har.  AVell,  my  dailing,  don't  insist  on  my  allotting  a 
destiiuititm  to  the  Baron.  It  is  a  point  ou  which  I  am  likely 
to  get  a  little  warm. 


8  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

!MlL.  You  are  tmkiiul,  sir.  Come  to  your  breakfast, 
(Harold  does  not  pay  any  attention  but  reads  newspaper 
absently) 

Har.  {aside)  Suicide  of  a  poor  fellow  from  off  the  quay- 
last  night — for  wliat  reason  I  wonder?  It's  very  fine  and 
bright  on  the  quay  at  niglit-time.  The  water  looks  warm 
and  soft  an  I  clear,  and  if  a  man  has  a  trouble  upon  his 
mind — ugh  !  I  mustn't  think  of  anytliing  like  that  !  {rises 
hurriedly  and  fakes  newspaper  to  desk  R.,  at  u-hich  he  sits. 
Turning  newspaper  and  reading)  They  were  trying  crim- 
inals yesterday  at  the  Court  of  Assize.  Who  is  this  ? 
{reading)  "  Octave  Bernier.  a  clerk,  charged  with  embez- 
zling the  moneys  of  liis  employers."   Embezzlement !  Good 

heavens!  the  very  thing   they  would  .say  if {reading 

eagerly)  "Guilty — no  extenuation — .sentenced  ten  years." 
Ten  long  years.  Poor  wretch,  what  do  his  friends  say  ? 
— the  friends  who  have  respected  him?  And  liis  young 
wife  ? — mocked  at  by  the  world,  scorned  by  those  wlio  had 
professed  to  love  her — poor  girl — poor  girl!  {the  imper 
drops  from  his  hand  and  lie  sits  thinking.  Millicent  has 
risen  from  the  breakfast  table  and  u-alks  along  the  balcony 
to  tlie  window,  R.  She  now  appears  there  loith  a  flower  in 
her  hand,  which  she  has  taken  from  tlie  bouquet  on  the 
table) 

Mil.  {opening  the  icindow  softly)  Harold!  {he  does  not 
hear  her)  Come  to  breakfast,  like  a  good  boy  (she  throu's 
the  floioer  towards  him — it  falls  short — then  comes  doicn  to 
him  quietly  and  places  her  hand  on  his  shoulder)  What  is 
wrong,  dear  ? 

Har.   {starting)  Who  is  that  ? 

Mil.  It  is  I— Milly.     What  is  the  matter? 

Har.  What  are  you  doing?  Where  is  Margot  ?  Who 
was  that  I  heard  upon  tlie  stairs? 

Mil. — I  don't  know,  Harold.     Are  j'ou  angrj'  with  me? 

Har.  Angry — no.     Forgive  me,  Mil,  I  was  dreaming. 

Mil.  {leaning  over  his  chair)  Don't  be  selfish — lialve 
your  thoughts  with  me.    {kissinghim)  I'll  buy  them  of  j'ou. 

Har.  You  are  a  true  woman,  always  ready  to  make  a 
bad  bargain. 

Mil.  Ah,  I  knew  something  was  wrong  with  you.  For 
the  past  week  you  have  been  so  anxious  and  careworn — 
have  had  long  deep  wrinkles  on  your  poor  old  forehead 
{tracing  them  zcith  her  finger)  like  the  tramway  lines  to 
Soneville — and  ugly  red  eyes  that  look  like  danger  sig- 
nals. You  are  as  white  as  the  ceiling,  you  are  silent 
wlien  not  muttering  to  yourself,  and  j^ou  smoke  two 
dozen  cigars  and  eat  a  thimbleful  of  food  a  day.  There  is 
something  on  your  mind  ;  won't  j^ou  tell  me  what  it  is  ? 

Har.  It  is  nothing — at  least  almost  nothing.  As  you 
know,  the  heads  of  our  firm  are  superintending  the  erec- 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  9 

tion  of  another  great  factory  at  IMarseillos,  and  I  am  for 
the  mouient  left  alone  in  Roueu  with  tlie  sole  direction  of 
many  hundreds  of  people,  and  with  great  cares  and  re- 
sponsihilities.  I  am  a  j'oung  man — j'^rhaps  tlie  position  is 
too  grave  for  me.  At  any  rate  I  am  a  little — worried. 
{lemiing  liis  head  on  his  hand)  That  is  all. 

jMil.  You  have  nothing  more  to  tell  me  ? 

Har.  N — no. 

Mil.  Sure? 

Har.  {painfully)  Yes,  I — am — .snre.  "Why  do  you  ask  so 
persistently?     (Millicent  Jcneels  beside  liini) 

IMiL.  1"11  whisper  it  to  j-ou.  (draicing  liis  head  near 
Iters)  Because,  although  I  have  been  married  nearly  two 
years,  I  am  over  head  and  ears  in  love  with  Mr.  Harold 
Boycott.  And  if  I  thouglit  that  my  sweetlieart  could 
keep  a  .secret  from  me  it  would  break  mj'  heart,  (they 
rise.    'HxROl.r)  icalks  sloicly  to  c.) 

Har.   (c.)  Millicent. 

Mil.  Yes? 

Har.  Don't  j'ou  remember  your  old  sweetheart — the 
man  from  whom  I  took  j-ou  when  we  became  engaged — 
the  man  you  would  have  married  but  for  your  love  for  me  ? 
Dou"t  j'ou  remember  ? 

Mil.  Yes,  Lord  Ronald  Kengussie.     Vv'hat  of  liim  ? 

Har.  I  wish  most  sincerely  that  I  had  never  taken  you 
away  from  him — I  wish  that  your  love  for  him  had  been 
deeper  than  your  love  for  me — and  tb.at  you  had  become 
his  wife.     With  all  my  heart  I  wisli  it. 

Mil.  If  you  have  any  love  for  me,  you  won't  speak  to 
me  like  this,  Harold,  for  shame  ! 

Har.  I  wish  it  because  Kengussie  is  rich  and  I  am  poor — • 
because  he  is  a  gentleman  and  I  a  clerk  in  a  cotton  fac- 
tory— because  he  would  have  placed  you  beyond  the  reach 
of  trials  and  dangers,  and  I,  perhaps,  may  live  to  drag  you 
down  to  them. 

Mil.  Trials  and  dangers  !  (going  to  Harold)  I  knew  it. 
Let  me  sliare  j-our  danger — I  ask  it  as  a  right. 

Harold  {kissing  her)  You  shall  share  it  when  it  comes. 
I  wish  to  heaven  it  were  a  riglit  I  could  deny  you. 

'MxB.GOT  enters  door ,  R.,  Millicent  starts  from  Harold. 

Mar.  {elapping  her  hands)  Oh,  madame,  I  am  so  sorry 
zat  I  enter  on  ze  suddenly.  I  love  so  to  see  you  kiss 
Monsieur  Boycott. 

Mil.  Be  quiet,  Margot ! 

Mar.  Ah,  pardon  me,  madame,  but  I  am  a  widow.  If  I 
had  kissed  my  poor  Alphonse  more  frequently  I  should  now 
be  a  happier  woman. 

Har.  I  am  afraid  you  have  been  gossiping,  Margot. 
Have  you  asked  if  any  one  has  called  for  me  this  morning'/ 


10  '  THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  -  -         ■ 

Mar.  Oil,  yes,  monsieur.  A  gentleman — a  red-headed 
gewtleman — passed  up  and  down  ze  stairs.  He  told  the 
concierge  he  would  return. 

Har.  a  red-headed  gentleman,  {relieved)  Oh,  of  course, 
Jules  Faubert.  {to  Millicent)  My  new  fellow  clerk,  Milly, 
wliom  you  do  not  know.  A  very  good,  lionest  fellow. 
{to  M ARGOT)  Thank  you,  Margot.  (Margot  goes  off,  R. 
Harold  and  Millicent  seat  themselves  at  table  outside 
windoio  at  breakfast) . 

Mil.  Wliat  induces  Monsieur  Faubert  to  call  for  you, 
Harold? 

Har.  He  seems  to  have  taken  quite  a  liking  to  me,  and 
he  said  it  would  please  him  to  call  for  me  on  his  way  to 
business. 

Mil.  Do  you  like  him  ? 

Har.  Um — I  don't  know.  He  has  only  been  in  the 
office  about  a  week,  so  I  can  scarcely  judge  the  man.  At 
any  rate  lie  sticks  to  me  like  a  leech.  (Margot  throifs 
open  the  doors,  R.) 

Mar.  Monsieur  Faubert  ! 

Faubert  enters,  Harold  rises  and  comes  dotvn,  meet- 
ing him,  c. 

Har.  All,  Faubert,  how  do  you  do  ?  It  is  kind  of  you  to 
call.     Have  you  breakfasted  ? 

Fau.  {shaking  his  hand)  Thank  you — yes.  We  shall 
be  late  for  our  duties,  shall  we  not? 

Har.  What  a  fellow  you  are  for  work  !  {they  stand 
talking) 

Mar.  {at  door,  R.)  I  do  not  like  Monsieur  Boycott's 
new  compagnon.  He  is  soft  like  the  (?at  and  cunning  like 
the  fox.  A  noisy  man  is  a  nuisance — a  quiet  man  is  a 
danger.     {Exit,  R.) 

Har.  I'll  go  at  once  and  finish  dressing,  {pointing  to 
newspaper)  There  is  the  paper,  {goes  to  opening,  L.) 
Oil,  Milly,  dear,  I  beg  your  pardon.  This  is  Monsieur 
Faubert.  Faubert — my  wife.  (Millicent  r/ses,  bows,  and 
reseats  herself .    Faubert  bows  jyrofoiindlij,  down  stage,  R.) 

Mil.  How  do  you  do,  Monsieur  Faubert?  {to  Harold) 
Harold  !   {he  goes  to  her)     You  have  eaten  no  breakfast. 

Fau.  {aside,  down  stage)  Madame  is  a  pretty  woman. 
Her  face  reminds  me  of — {thonghtfully,  tapping  his  fore- 
head) Uni  !  of  whom  does  Madame  Boycott  remind  me? 
{He  sits  at  icriting-table,  R.,  and  takes  up  newspaper) 

Mil.  {at  table,  l.,  to  Harold)  After  all,  you  didn't  tell 
me  your  troubles,  dear.     I  shall  be  so  unhappy  all  day. 

Har.  I  was  a  fool  to  say  what  I  did.  I  am  a  little 
harassed  and  vexed,  that  is  all. 

Fau.  {reading)  "  Octave  Bernier,  a  clerk,  charged  with 
embezzlement — no  extenuation — ten  years."    Good  I    Ah, 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  11 

friend  Octave,  you  don't  know  how  much  of  that  you  owe 
to  me.  (kissing  his  hand  to  neivspaper)  An  revoir. 
Monsieur  Bernier. 

Mil.   (^o  Harold)  Must  you  ro,  dear? 

Har.  Fear  nothing,  darling  !  all  is  well,  [to  Faubert) 
I  am  going  to  shave,  Faubert ;  wait  five  minutes,  {he  goes 
off  through  curtains,  L.) 

Fau.  (aside)  To  shave  I  That  means  a  razor.  I  hate 
razors.  Three  times  in  my  life  I  have  been  frustrated  by 
a  razor.  It  is  such  a  sudden  temptation.  (Millicent^m^s 
her  head  round  ivindow  and  looks  at  Faubert) 

]\IiL.  (aside)  What  sort  of  man  is  Harold's  new  friend, 
I  wonder  ? 

Fau.  (aside,  gazing  at  newspaper)  Something  tells  me 
I  am  being  looked  at.     How  curious  women  are  I 

Mil.   Monsieur  Faubert ! 

Fau.  (aside)  I  was  right,  (he  lays  aside  newspaper  and 
rises)    Madame. 

Mil.  I  am  so  anxious  about  my  husband.  He  appears 
sadly  harassed  and  overworked  at  his  business.  Can  you 
tell  nie  if  there  is  any  special  reason  for  his  anxiety  ? 
(Faubert  goes  up  to  windoiv,  l.  Millicent  remains 
seated) 

Fau.  (aside)  Ah,  the  fool  cannot  keep  his  own  secrets. 
(to  Millicent)  I  regret  I  cannot  account  for  it,  madame. 

Mil.  And  you  work  with  him  in  the  same  counting- 
house  ? 

Fau.  Ah,  but  in  a  different  channel.  His  duty  leads 
him  one  way — mine  another.     Madame — pardon  me. 

Mil.   Yes? 

Fau.  Your  face  seems  strangely  familiar  to  me.  Have 
we  met  before  ? 

Mil.  (looking  at  him)  I  have  no  recollection  of  such  a 
pleasure. 

Fau.  Ah,  I  am  wrong.  But  a  man  is  always  dreaming 
sweet  images,  and  when  he  meets  with  the  embodiment  of 
his  dreams  he  sees,  of  course,  a  familiar  face. 

]MiL.  Oh,  thank  you,  Monsieur  Faubert.  (aside)  I  don't 
like  this  man. 

Fau.  (aside)  I  have  seen  this  woman  before — upon  my 
soul  I  have. 

Margot  enters,  door  R. 

Mar.    Madame — the  portare  with  the  luggage  ! 

A  Porter,  dressed  in  a  blue  blouse,  enters,  carrying  a 
box  and  miscellaneous  luggage  tvhieh  he  deposits  up 
stage,  R.c.    Margot  then  shou-s  him  out. 

Mil.  (crossing  over  to  luggage)  Luggage  !  Whose  lug- 
gage ?  (reading  labels)  Good  gracious  !    Papa  and  Dorinda* 


12  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

Excuse  me,  Monsieur  Faubert.  (running  totcards  opening 
L.  and  calling)  Harold  !  Harold  1  here's  the  family  !  {runs 
out  L.    Faubert  goes  to  luggage) 

Fau.  Papa's  luggage — what  is  papa's  name  ?  {reading 
label)  Ah,  mo  n  Dieu,  I  was  right!  "The  Baron  Croodle, 
passenger  from  Paris  to  Rouen."  Croodle,  the  proprietor 
of  a  little  gauibling  house  in  the  Rue  St.  Nicholas — the  old 
swindler !  I  knew  I  had  seen  Madame  Boycott's  face 
before  this  morning.  Viable  !  I  must  silence  the  Baron  ! 
If  he  recognises  me  he  spoils  my  game,  {turns  up  stage 
and  goes  out  l.  windout  on  to  balcony) 

Margot  throws  open  the  door  R.  and  enters. 

Mar.  Zis  way,  Monsieur  le  Baron.  Zis  way,  mademoi- 
selle, if  you  please. 

Baron  Croodle  and  Dorinda  enter.  Croodle  is  an 
untidy  dissolute  old  man,  icearing  a  tightly  buttoned 
up  suit  of  seedy  black  with  no  perceptible  linen.  The 
breast  of  his  coat  is  decorated  with  some  orders. 
DoRiNDA  is  a  pretty,  fresh-looking  girl,  in  a  rather 
shoiey  travelling  dress. 

Croo.  {with  a  grand  air)  Thank  you,  my  good  woman, 
thank  you 

Dor.    {effusively)  Oh,  papa,  what  bang-up  lodgings  ! 

Croo.  Dorinda  !  (to  Margot)  Acquaint  Mrs.  Boycott 
with  the  arrival  of  her  father.  (Margot  crosses  (o  L.)  Say 
the  word  "father"  very  gently,  for  though  my  child 
expects  me,  still,  as  we  hare  been  apart  for  some  time,  too 
sudden  a  joy  might  prove  dangerous. 

Mar.   Yes,  Monsieur  le  Baron. 

Croo.  (taking  off  his  very  greasy  and  disreputable  hat) 
Stay — take  my  hat.  (Margot  takes  it  with  much  disgust 
between  tier  finger  and  thumb)  And  don't  let  Mrs.  Boj-cott 
see  it  before  you  announce  me.  The  sudden  sight  of  her 
father's  hat  might  give  my  child  a  bit  of  a  shock. 

Mar.  Yes,  Monsieur  le  Baron,  (goes  out  L.,  CroodLe 
and  Dorinda  sit  on  ottoman,  c.) 

Dor.    (lolling  back)  Oh,  pa,  isn't  this  proper? 

Croo,     No  low  English  vulgarisms,  please,  Dorinda. 

Dor.  And  no  humbug,  please,  Baron.  (nudging 
Croodle  with  her  elbow)  Don't  you  feel  in  clover  at  last, 
pa,  dear? 

Croo.    Why  should  I,  Dorinda? 

Dor.  No  longer  dependent  for  one's  miserable  dinner  on 
that  wretched  gaming  saloon,  eh? 

Croo.     Hush,  Dolly! 

Dor.  No  more  sick  headaches  over  that  ghastly  Baccarat, 
that  dreadful  Lansquenet,  and  that  horrid  Ecarte.  No 
more  card  nightmares,  no  more  gambling  1 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  13 

Croo.    Of  course  not— except  for  our  own  pleasure. 

Dor.  No  more  horrid  men  to  smoke  and  swear  wliile  we 
look  on  smiling— no  more  flares  up  with  tlv«  police. 

Croo.   It  is  all  over. 

Dor.  No  more  shameful  misery  !  O'n,  I'm  so  glad  !  Oh, 
I'm  so  glad  !  {wiping  her  eyes)  Pa.  ^'11  go  to  the  English 
church  at  Soneville  on  Suiula}',  you  see  if  I  don't ! 

Croo.  So  will  I,  my  ''.avling,  if  I'm  well  enough. 
(Croodle  t(tl-es  out  a  Utile  fpv.  it  flask  from  his  pocket  and 
puts  it  to  It  is  lips) 

Dor.  Don't,  pa,  ^.'IJ  take  that  away  from  you  if  I  see  you 
put  it  to  ycur  nps  p.gain. 

(^ROO.  It's  only  quinine,  Dolly— a  tonic  for  your  old 
fathor.     (Faubert  looks  in  through  the  inndoir,  R.) 

FaU.  (aside)  I  don't  tliink  my  friend  Boycott  expected 
the  old  reprobate  and  his  daughter  this  morning.  Oh, 
vion  Dieu,  what  a  family  to  marr}' ! 

MiLLiCENT  runs  in  from  L. 

Mil.  How  do  you  do,  daddy  ?  How  are  you,  Doll  ? 
\kisses  them) 

Croo.    ]My  dear  child  !     My  firstborn  ! 

Dor.  (r.)  You're  not  so  rosy  as  you  used  to  be,  Mill. 
Dh,  I  do  like  the  cut  of  your  dress,  {ttirning  aboid)  I'm  a 
swell,  too,  ain't  I? 

Mil.    (c.)  We  are  so  astonished  to  see  you  ! 

Dor.    Didn't  you  get  our  letter  ? 

Mil.  Yes,  and  I'm  so  asliamed  of  myself,  like  a  sieiple- 
ton,  I  forgot  to  open  it.  (Croodle  is  again  drinking  from 
the  flask.     Dorinda  utters  a  screech) 

jiiL.    Good  gracious  !     What  is  the  matter  ? 

Dor.  Knock  it  out  of  his  hand,  Milly— slap  him  on  the 
back  and  choke  him. 

aiiL.  (to  Croodle)  Don't  drink  that,  father— I'll  get  you 
some  coffee. 

Croo.  (l.)  My  child — a  little  quinine — a  tonic  for  your 
old  father.  (Harold  enters  L.,  dressed  for  icalking. 
Croodle  embraces  him)   My  dear  son-in-law  ! 

Har.    {coolly)   How  do  you  do,  Mr.  Croodle  ? 

Croo.  Never  better,  dear  boy,  never  better.  Milly  says 
she  didn't  open  my  letter  this  morning,  so  we  come  upon 
you  as  a  pleasant  surprise. 

Har.  You  do— as  a  sui-prise.  {seeing  Dorinda)  Ah, 
Dolly,  how  are  you  ? 

Dor.    I'm  Al,  brother-in-law. 

Croo.  You  did  not  expect,  wlien  you  rose  this  morning, 
that  Dorinda  and  your  old  father  were  winging  their  way 
to  vour  peaceful  little  nest,  did  you? 

Har.  No,  sir,  I  did  not,  and  I  shall  be  happy  to  exchange 
a  few  words  with  you  on  the  subject,  at  your  convenience. 


14  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

{crossing  over  to  Dorinda,  kindli/)  You  are  looking  very 
well,  Dolly,  dear,     {kisses  her) 

Croo.  At  your  service,  my  dear  boy.  Milly,  slaow  your 
sister  to  her  room,  will  you? 

Mil.  Come  along,  Doll,  you  must  be  tired. 

Dor.  Take  me  upstairs  and  lend  me  your  powder  puff, 
Mill,  I  shall  be  as  fresh  as  a  lark  after  that.  (Millicent 
and  Dorinda  cross  to  opening  L.) 

Dor.  Got  any  new  dresses,  Mill? 

Mil.  a  few. 

Dor.  Little  Madame  Vautier,  the  new  Parisian  dress- 
maker, is  building  me  such  a  rig-out.  I'll  tell  you  all 
about  it.  (rapidly)  It's  a  demi-train  skirt — embroidery 
down  the  front  and  round  the  train— open  skirt  filled  in 
with  deep  kilting  tied  across  with  ribl)on  bows — short 
sleeves  edged  with  fringe,  {goes  offu,  with  Millicent, 
talking  loudly) 

Croo.  (l.c.)  Light-hearted  prattler!  Just  like  her 
father,  Harold — just  like  his  flow  of  spirits,  {puts  flask  to 
his  lijis  as  before)     A  tonic,  dear  boy — a  trifle  of  quinine. 

Har.  Now,  Mr.  Croodle  ! 

Croo.  I  beg  your  pardon,  but,  Baron  Croodle,  if  you 
please — a  little  matter  of  a  title. 

Har.  a  little  matter  of  humbug  and  imposition,  sir, 
which  you  will  be  good  enough  to  waive  with  me.  {seats 
himself  at  writing  table,  R.)  Now,  Mr.  Croodle,  I  want  to 
know  the  meaning  of  this  intrusion. 

Croo.  {sitting  on  ottoman,  c.)  Certainly,  dear  lad.  I've 
given  up  the  Parisian  establishment ;  Baron  Croodle's 
gaming  saloon  in  the  Rue  St.  Nicholas  is  a  thing  of  the 
past,  over  which  fond  memory  alone  can  delight,  and  the 
Baron  is  an  independent  gentleman.  In  other  words  {tajJ- 
ping  Jtis  nose)  I  am  on  another  and  a  better  game. 

Har.  But  to  what  do  I  owe  your  uninvited  presence 
here  ? 

Croo.  Dear  lad,  didn't  you  hear  me  say  I  have  left 
Paris  ? 

Har.  Well? 

Croo.  Well — I  have  come  to  Rouen. 

Har.   {rising)  To  remain? 

Croo.  To  remain.  What  more  natural  than  that — hav- 
ing severed  my  connection  with  a  turbulent  capital — I 
should  .seek  an  asylum  in  the  calm  repose  of  my  son-in- 
law's  provincial  establishment  ? 

Har.  {advancing  firmly  to  Ckoov>i,e)  Mr.  Croodle,  when 
two  years  ago  I  married  your  daughter,  I  did  not  in  any 
sense  of  the  word  wed  her  family.  I  took  Jier — I  am  not 
ashamed  to  say  it — from  a  gaming  house,  from  an  atmos- 
phere which  would  have  poisoned  the  mind  and  contami- 
nated the  very  soul  of  a  woman  an  atom  less  pure  than 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  15 

my  deal-  Milly.  Sii-,  there  is  contagion  in  moral  as  well  as 
inphysical  liialadies,  and  for  tliis  reason  I  must  request 
that  you  and  poor  D0II3'  instantly  withdraw  from  my 
house. 

Croo.  iVIr.  Harold  Boycott,  I  shall  not  withdraw  from 
your  liouse. 

PIar.  {augn'ly)  You  will  not  ? 

Croo.  Not  if  I  can  help  it.  When  you  married  my  girl 
you  did  not  marry  her  family,  and  for  that  you  owe  her 
family  distinct  reparation. 

Har.  I  don't  understand  you. 

Croo.  At  the  time  you  were  sweethearting  my  Milly 
there  was  a  young  Scotch  lord  after  her — dead  on,  sir,  by 
gad!  Lord  Kengitssie!  sir — a  man  with  a  pound  in  his 
bank  for  every  penny  piece  you  could  ever  hope  to  scrape 
up — a  man  wiio  could  and  would  have  pensioned  otf  his 
father-in-law,  and  made  tlie  poor  old  gentleman's  life  a 
bed  of  roses.  Well.  Mr.  Boycott,  you  took  my  girl  from 
this  Lord  Kengussie  ;  you,  the  manager  of  a  cotton  fac- 
tory, spoilt  her  chance  of  wealth  and  a  title,  and  did  not 
pension  off  her  devoted  old  father. 

Har.  Well! 

Croo.  (rising  excitedly)  Well,  sir,  this  Lord  Kengussie 
is  on  the  hook  again,  he  is,  by  gad  !  He  lost  ]\Iilly  and  he 
is  after  Dolly.  Dead  on,  sir,  deader  on  than  ever.  And 
wliat  is  more — she  is  over  head  and  ears  with  him,  and 
he'll  marry  her  in  less  than  a  year. 

Har.  And  what  have  I  to  do  with  all  this  ? 

Croo.  (seizing  hijii  by  the  coat)  Why,  if  you  don't  stick 
to  us,  Harold,  we  shall  go  to  smasli.  Kengussie  makes  it 
a  condition  that  I  give  up  my  gaming-table  in  Paris — my 
living  boy,  my  bread  and  meat — and  give  Dolly,  poor  girl, 
a  twelvemonth  of  gentility  before  he  marries  her.  I 
thought  of  you,  son-in-law,  for  yours  is  the  only  respect- 
able hovise  i  know,  and  you  were  always  open-hearted  when 
j'ou  liad  the  coin,  and  Kengussie  thought  of  }"ou,  too.  You 
won't  lose  l)y  it  in  the  end.  Don't  throw  us  over  !  If  tlie 
air  of  the  Rue  St.  Nicholas  was  bad  for  Milly,  it's  as  bad 
for  Dolly,  and  Dolly  is  as  good  a  girl  as  ever  breathed. 
Stick  to  us  and  we  shall  float — throw  vis  over  and  we  are 
as  homeless  and  hopeless  as  the  cur  in  the  gutter  tliat 
every  one  kicks  and  shies  at !  Give  us  a  helping  hand,  do  ! 
do !  do !  (he  sinks  trembling  and  exhausted  on  ottoman 
and  puts  the  flask  to  his  lips.  Harold  u-alks  sloivly  to  R. 
and  hack  again  pondering) 

Har.  Mr.  Croodle.  I  am  a  poor  man,  and  at  this  moment 
I  am  weighed  down  by  certain  business  cares  which  forbid 
mj-  inciu-ring  fresh  responsibilities. 

t)ROO.  (lohimpering)  Oh  dear  !  oh  dear  I 


16  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

Har.  But,  for  Milly's  sake  and  for  the  sake  of  Milly's 
sister,  you  are  welcome. 

Croo.  {taking  Ids  hand)  God  bless  you,  dear  lad.  God 
bless  you !  Kengussie  viill  turn  up  shortly  and  lie'U  be 
delighted.  (Croodle  is  about  io  drink  from  JJask  again 
ichen  Harold  interposes  and  takes  it  from  Jtivi.) 

Har.  Pardon  nie,  father-in-law,  but  there  are  one  or  two 
restrictions  whicli  I  invariably  impose  on  my  guests 

Croo.  A  little  very  respectable  quinine,  nothing  more, 
dear  lad. 

Har.  Tlie  first  is — brandy  at  seasonable  times.  (Harold 
goes  up  to  ivindow,  R.,  andflings  the  flask  out  into  the  court 
below.  Faubert  is  not  in  sight  at  the  time)  It  is  Lord 
Kengussie's  desire  that  j-our  new  life  be  one  of  conven- 
tional respectability,  and  I  shall  respect  that  desire.  If 
yoiu-  craving  for  tonics  is  too  freely  indulged  in,  I  sliall  be 
compelle<I  to  tell  3'ou  that  your  welcome  here  is  at  an  end. 

Croo.  Under  your  roof  we  shall  be  respectable  enough 
for  a  prince,  not  to  speak  of  a  Scotch  lord.  I  must  tell 
Dolly,  I  must,  by  gad  !  (goes  to  L.)  Dolly,  we  are  to  stay  ! 
We  are  respectable,  by  gad  !  For  the  first  time  in  our  lives 
we're  d respectable,     {hurries  off,  L.) 

Har.  Poor  devil !  I  couldn't  have  done  less,  {looks  at 
u-afcJi)  How  late  !  I  dread  to  go  to  my  desk,  but  I  must 
not  stay  longer,  it  would  appear  suspicious. 

Faubert,  tvho  has  been  out  of  sight  upon  the  balcony, 
now  enters  through  window,  R. 

Fau.  (R.)  Boycott,  are  you  ready  ? 

Har.   (c.)  Oil,  Faubert,  a  tliousand  pardons,  I  had  fqr- 
gotlen  you.     Some  unexpected  arrivals  disconcerted  me. 
Fau.  Let  us  waste  no  more  time,     {goes  to  door,  R.) 
Har.  I  am  ready,  old  fellow. 

MiLLiCENT  enters  from  L.,  followed  by  Dorinda  ;  tliey 
come  to  Harold. 

Mil.  Dolly  has  told  me  everything,  Harold,  and  papa 
says  that  he  and  Dolly  are  to  stay.  Dolly  wants  to  thank 
you,  dear. 

Har.  Nonsense  !  (Dorinda  comes  to  Harold,  wiinng  her 
eyes) 

Dor.  Harold  dear,  I  made  up  a  speech  on  the  secontl 
floor  landing.  It  was  a  very  pretty  speech,  and  I— I— I've 
forgotten  it.  {throwing  her  arms  round  him)  Harold, 
you're  a  brick. 

Har.  You're  a  goose.     Good-bye  Milly,  I'm  off. 

Mil.  Good-bye,  dear.     Don't  be  late. 

Har.  No— now  then,  Faubert. 


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Fau.  (uj)  at  door— boicing  to  Mtluce^st)  Maidame.  (MiL- 
LICENT  holes  in  ]-eturn) 

Har.  (aside)  Sliall  I  ever  leave  this  house  again  with  a 
liglit  heart,  I  wonder,  (takes  Faubert's  arm  and  they  go 
off,  R.) 

Dor.  (sifting  L.  of  ottoman)  Who's   your  foxy  friend? 

Mil.  (sitting  R.  of  ottoman)  A  new  clerk  at  the  factory. 
He  runs  after  Harold. 

Croodle  re-enters  from  L.  in  Harold's  dressing  jacket 
and  slippers,  and  smoking  a  cigar. 

Croo.  I've  taken  the  liberty,  girls,  of  borrowing  dear 
Harold'  sjacket  *nd  slippers,  '(going  vp  to  u-indow,  L.)  If, 
there  is  a  cup  of  coffee  going,  I  don't  mind  partaking. 

Margot  enters  from  L.   Croodle  intercepts  her  and 
speaks  in  an  undertone. 

Croo.  My  dear,  in  the  court  below  5-ou  will  find  a  silver 
flask  wliich  bv  accident  dropped  from  the  balcony.  Get  it 
refilled  with  tlie  best — tlie  very  best— brandy — make  it  an 
item  of  domestic  expenditure.     I  shall  not  forget  you. 

Mar.  Yes,  Monsieur  le  Baron.  (Margot  crosses  over  to 
R.  doors) 

Mil.  Where  are  you  going,  Margot  ?  (Croodle  2»its  Ids 
fingers  to  his  lips.    'jMargot  doVs  not  notice  him) 

Mar.  To  fetch  a  zomething  for  your  dear  papa,  (she  goes 
out.     Croodle  sits  at  table  on  balcony) 

Dor.  (to  MiLLiCEXT)  I've  always  dropped  in  for  your  left- 
off  goods  all  my  life,  ^Jlill — old  dresses,  old  boots,  old  gloves. 
Not  that  I  mind,  dear,  for  you're  a  good  sort,  and  an  old 
garment  is  better  than  new  "when  it  has  been  worn  by  you. 
And  now  I've  come  in  for  your  old  sweetheart,  Ronald 
Kengussie.  Poor  Ronald,  he's  soft  but  he's  good,  like  a 
sponge-cake. 

]\IiL.  Mind  you  are  good  to  him,  Dolly,  for  he's  as  kind- 
hearted  as  ever  man  was.  I  treated  him  so  badly,  but  I'm 
glad  you  are  to  be  his  wife,  because  you  will  be  able  to  be- 
friend me  when  he  runs  me  down. 

Dor.  Lord  bless  you,  he  never  runs  you  down,  lie  always 
speaks  of  you  as  if  you  were  a  very  valuable  specimen  of  a 
museum  mummy,  a  precious  something  to  be  talked  about 
in  wlnspers,  and  not  even  to  be  dusted  by  sacrilegious 
hands.     I'll  tell  you  a  secret,  Milly. 

Mil.  AVhat  !  a  secret  ? 

Dor.  (ichispering)  Ronald  Kengussie  loves  me  now  be- 
cause he  loved  you  two  years  ago. 

Mil.  Wliat  doyou  mean? 

Dor.  I'm  not  a  bit  like  you,  Mill,  I  know  that.     I  was 


18  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

always  no  end  of  a  rough  sort  :  not  soft  and  gentle  as  you 
are;  but  there  must  be  something  in  my  face  whicli' re- 
minds liim  of  you — some  look  in  tlie  eyes  or  some  toss  of 
the  head — and  Jie  loves  me  for  it. 

Mil.  Nonsense,  Dolly,  he  loves  you  for  yourself,  I  know. 

Dor.  I  know  better,  and  I'm  glad  of  it. 

Mil.  You  are  glad  of  it?  (risuig) 

Dor.  Yes,  because  I  want  him  to  think  me  like  you. 
Since  you  left  us  I've  had  two  more  years  of  the  little 
house  in  the  Rue  St.  Nicliolas,  and  I'm  no  better  for  it. 
And  I  love  old  Ronald  with  all  my  soul  because  he's  fool 
enough  to  look  at  a  girl  like  me. 

Mil.  Hush  !  Don't  talk  like  that,  Dolly. 

Dor.  I  wish  he  was  poor,  so  that  I  could  work  for  him. 
I  wish  he  was  ill,  so  that  I  could  nurse  him.  I'm  not 
clever  at  anytliing  but  cutting  an  ace  now  and  then,  but  I 
would  slave  for  Ronald  till  my  hands  dropped  off — I  would, 
I  would ,  I  would  ! 

Mil.   (kissing  he?')  Dear  old  Dolly  ! 

Dor.  Ay,  if  Kengussie  were  in  rags  and  walking  the 
muddy  street  without  a  shoe  to  his  foot,  I'd  sit  upall  night 
to  work  him  a  pair  of  woollen  slippers  ! 

Croo.  (at  table  on  balcony)  Dorinda,  cut  your  fatlier  a 
slice  of  melon  ! 

Dor.  That's  right,  dad,  make  yourself  at  home,  (goes  up 
and  sits  with  Croodle  on  balcony) 

Mil.  (aside)  I  shall  be  so  happj'  when  Dolly  is  married. 
I  shall  feel  then  that  we  can  bid  good-bye  to  even  the 
recollection  of  our  old  life. 

Harold  enters  quicMy  from  doors,  r.  ,  closing  doors  after 
him.  He  comes  to  Millicent.  Seeing  Croodle  aiid 
Dorinda  on  balcony,  he  sjieaks  in  an  undertone.  His 
manner  is  agitated. 

Mil.  Harold  !     Back  already  ! 

Har.  Hush  !     Something  lias  happened  ! 

Mil.  Something  happened?  Tell  me,  Harold,  quickly. 
You  are  ill — I  see  it  in  your  face.     What  is  it  ? 

Har.  Sit  down,  (she  sits  L.  of  ottoman,  he  R.)  Are  3"ou 
brave.  Milly  ? 

Mil.  Oh.  Harold,  wliat  is  it  you  have  to  tell  me  ? 

Har.  Sweetheart,  I  promised  you  that  when  the  time 
came  you  should  share  my  trials  and  dangers.  I  liave 
brought  them  to  you  now.  (MiLLiCEXT  looks  at  Jiim  and 
X)uts  her  hand  in  his)  But  I  liave  not  told  you  that  when 
you  share  my  dangers  you  must  share  also  nij'  crimes. 

Mil.  Yotu-  crimes  !   (she  icithdratcs  her  hand) 

Har.  My  friends  will  designate^my  acts  as  crimes,  so 
will  the  law.    Milly,  I  have  taken  moneys  which  do  not 


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belong  to  me,  and  I  am  in  trouble.  What  have  yon  to 
say  to  me  ?  {7'ising.  Millicent  rises  loiih  him  and  kisses 
1ii)n  foiuUti) 

Mil..  Nothing.  (Harold  f/ocs  over  fo  R.,  and  seats  himself 
at  desk  ;  ivhen  seated  Millicent  kneels  at  his  feet)  Tell  n)e 
about  it. 

Har.  You  know  how  fond  I  am  of  my  young  brotlier  ? 
You  know  that  from  the  day  we  were  both  left  orphans  I 
have  tried  to  stand  in  the  place  of  a  fatlier  to  him.  AVell, 
tliree  weeks  ago,  I  suddenly  liear  from  him  that  he  has  lost 
in  betting  a  very  large  sum.  The  money  nuist  be  iiaid  at 
once,  or  our  name  would  be  dishonored,  and  my  brotlier 
would  never  be  able  to  hold  up  his  head  again.  Algy 
explained  tliat  five  hundred  pounds  was  owing  to  liim  from 
a  friend,  who  he  confidentl}'  expected  would  pay  him  in  a 
few  days.  But  his  debtor  was  in  Norway,  and  the  matter 
would  bear  no  delay.  His  onlj'  chance  was  that  I  should 
be  able  to  help  him. 

Mil.  And  3-ou  did,  you  dear,  generous  Harold  ! 

Har.  I  had  not  the  amount.  My  whole  savings  were  not 
nearly  enough.  But  during  the  absence  of  the  heads  of 
the  firm  at  Marseilles  I  have  had  the  entire  conduct  of  the 
factory,  and  the  daily  handling  of  large  sums  of  money. 
Why  should  I  not  save  my  brother  by  emplojing  part  of 
this  money  ?  It  would  be  repaid  before  the  return  of  my 
employers.  Who  would  be  the  wisef',  who  would  be  the 
worse  ? 

Mil.  Oil,  Harold,  and  your  brother  has  not  returned  the 
money  ? 

Har.  His  friend — curse  him  ! — failed  to  pay  him.  My 
brother  has  written  to  him  day  after  day,  but,  as  I  heard 
this  morning,  till  now  witliout  result.  Mill3^  darling,  I 
am  a  ruined  and  dishonored  man.  I  have  just  heard 
that  M.  Ribot.  the  head  of  the  factor}',  returns  to-day  ;  to- 
morrow I  shall  have  to  account  for  eveiy  penny  which  has 
passed  through  my  hands.  I  have  betrayed  my  trust,  and 
I  can  hope  for  no  mere}'.  (Millicent  takes  off  her  brace- 
lets and  necklace  and  gives  them  to  Harold) 

Mil.  I  liave  some  more  jewellery  and  a  little  money  up- 
stairs, dear,  I  will  fetch  it.  {she  is  about  to  rise;  he  de- 
tains her) 

Har.  M)'  dear  little  wife,  it  is  useless,  {places  jeu-ellery 
on  desk)  As  I  told  you,  my  debt  to  the  firm  is  more  than 
ten  thousand  francs. 

Mil.  Ten  thousand  francs !  Oh,  Harold,  how  can  we 
raise  so  large  a  sum  by  to-morrow  ? 

Har.  It  is  impossible,  there  is  no  hope. 

Mil.  {rising)  There  is  hope,  there  must  be  hope.  I  will 
get  it— I  will  get  it  if  I  die  for  it. 


20  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

M ARGOT  enters  doo)',  R. 

Mar.  Lord  Kengussie ! 

Lord  Kengussie  enters.  Margot  goes  out.  Ken- 
gussie is  a  fair-haired,  mild-looMng  young  Scotch' 
man. 

Mil.  How  do  you  do,  Lord  Kengussie  ? 

Ken.   (c.)  Bless  me,  how  are  you?     (shakhig  her  hand) 

How  is  Mr. dear  me,  there  goes  his  name.     I've  no 

memory.  (Hauol,!)  advances)  How  do  you  do?  {taking 
Harold's  Juind)  This  is  an  awful  intrusion,  but  the  fact 
is  I  knew  Dolly  was  here  nd  I  have  not  seen  her  since 
yesterday,  and  I  wanted  to  know  if  she  was  pretty  com- 
fortable, which,  of  course,  I  knew  she  would  be  with  you, 
and  I  wished  particularly  to  renew  my  acquaintance  with 
you  and  Mrs.  bless  me,  there  goes  the  name  again, 

Har.  I  am  very  pleased  to  see  you.  (leading  him  to 
icindoio  I,.)  Here  is  Dolly — and  Mr.  Croodle. 

Ken.  [aside)  Yes,  I  thought  I  scented  the  Baron. 
(Harold  and  Kengussie  Join  Croodle  and  Dorinda  on 
the  halcony) 

Mil.  (aside,  down  stage,  R.  c.)  Ten  thousand  francs  or 
exposure  and  disgrace.  Money  or  ruin.  What  shall  I  do  ? 
Cry,  and  give  up  the  game  as  others  do? 

Ken.  (from  up  stage)  You  have  always  rosj^  cheeks, 
Dolly  dear.  You  shall  never  lose  them  if  I  can  heliJ  it,  by 
Jove  I 

Mil.  (aside)  Kengussie  1  He  is  so  rich.  He  might  help 
me.  Shall  I  ask  my  rejected  lover  to  help  the  man  who 
took  me  from  him  ?  Oh,  I  cannot  !  I  am  a  weaker  crea- 
ture than  I  thought.  I  cannot  do  that.  Oh,  how  I  wish  I 
were  back  in  the  little  gaming  house  in  Paris,  in  all  my  old 
misery  and  wretchedness,  with  my  pack  of  cards.  Cards  I 
cards  !  Why  should  they  not  help  me  !  (covering  her  face 
ivith  her  hands)  No,  no — not  again.  And  yet,  why  not? 
Nothing  can  undo  the  past — why  am  I  so  squeamish  now  ? 
(Kengussie  comes  dozen,  l.  x^-) 

Ken.  Haven't  you  anything  to  say  to  me,  Mrs.  — — ■ 
confound  it,  there  goes  the  name  again.  Haven't  j'uu  any- 
thing to  say  to  an  old  friend,  Milly  ?  (Millicent  takes 
necklace  and  bracelets  from  table  and  advances  to  Ken- 
gussie) 

Mil.  I  am  very  pleased  to  see  you  again.  Lord  Kengussie. 
(sitting  on  ottoman,  R.) 

Ken,   (leaning  over  ottoman  at  back)  Thanks. 

Mil.   (pidting  on  necklace)  And  so  delighted   to  hear 
abovit  yovi  and  dear  Dolly. 
'    Ken.  (he  arranges  the  fastenings  of  Millicent's  ?iecfc- 


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lace)  Yes,  I  am  in  love  with  Dolly.  She  is  your  sister,  you 
know. 

Mil.  Yes,  I  know. 

Ken.  She  is  so  unlike,  and  yet  so  like  you.  Is  it  very 
wicked  for  a  fellow  to  marry  a  young  lady  because  she 
resembles  some  one  else  ? 

Mil.  Yes,  very  wicked. 

Ken.  Tlien  I  deserve  to  be  hanged.  (Millicent  is  ar- 
ranging a  bracelet ;  she  holds  out  her  hand  to  Kengussie  ; 
lie  fastens  bracelet)  Permit  me. 

Mil.  Do  you  notice  much  change  in  me  ? 

Ken.  Yes,  you  are  very  jolly  and  kind,  which  you  used 
not  to  be. 

Mil.  We  grow  wiser  as  we  grow  older.  All  wise  people 
are  kind. 

Ken.  All  kind  people  are  not  wise.  Look  at  me.  I  try 
to  be  kind  and  my  friends  tell  me  I'm  a  regular  fool. 

Mil.  How  can  thej'  be  so  rude  ? 

Ken.  TJiey  speak  the  truth — I  am  a  fool ;  you  made  a 
fool  of  me  two  years  ago. 

Mil.  You  are  not  A"ery  kind  now  ;  you  contrived  to  be 
much  pleasanter  in  tlie  old  days. 

Ken.  Yes,  in  the  old  days  I  never  opened  my  mouth  ; 
now  that  you  are  married  I  can  talk,  somehow. 

Mil.  How  glad  you  must  be,  then,  tha^t  I  am  married. 
How  long  do  you  remain  in  Rouen? 

Ken.  I  leave  here  to-morrow  for  MucKairn,  in  Argyle- 
shire,  and  Dolly  is  to  remain  in  your  care. 

Mil.  Let  me  see  as  much  of  you  as  possible.  Stay  !  I 
have  a  bright  idea. 

Ken.  I  am  sure  you  have. 

Mil.  This  is  such  a  happy  reunion — I  will  give  a  little 
party  to-niglit,  a  nice,  quiet,  little  family  partj".  You  are 
one  of  our  family  now,  you  know. 

Cboo.  (loiidli/  from  balcony)  That's  the  fellow,  sir — 
stabbed  his  wife  in  the  left  lung  with  a  carving-knife,  by 
Gad! 

Ken.  {glancing  over  his  shoidder  towards  Croodle)  Yes, 
I  know. 

Mil.   Will  you  come? 

Ken.  Of  course — you  know  I  will. 

Mil.  And  I  have  another  idea.  We  two  will  have  a 
match  at  Ecarte.  We  are  old  enemies  at  cards,  and  I  owe 
you  your  revenge,  (softly)  Kengussie,  I  have  not  played 
at  Ecarte  since  we  two  played  together,  two  years  ago,  in 
the  little  house,  in  the  Rue  St.  Nicholas. 

Ken.  I  never  was  much  of  a  hand  at  Ecarte,  but  I  always 
liked  to  sit  opposite  to  you.  in  those  old  days — to  sit  op- 
posite you  and  look  into  your  face. 

Mil.  You  will  play  better  now.    Those  old  days  have 


22  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

made  their  bow  and  departed.  Now  the  face,  for  which 
you  used  to  neglect  the  game,  has  lost  its  freshness.  Don't 
forget — cards  at  ten. 

Ken.  I  shall  not  forget,  Mrs. by  Jove  1  there  goes 

the  name  ! 
'Mil.  Boycott. 

Ken.  Never  mind — "  Milly  "  will  do.  I  shall  not  forget, 
Milly.     (DoRiXDA  comes  from  balcony) 

Dor.   (fo  Kengussie — sharply)  Ronald! 

Ken.  I  beg  your  pardon  ! 

Dor.  Pray  don't  nlake  a  mistake.  We  are  two  sisters — 
that  is  Milly,  this  is  Dolly — one  is  married,  the  other 
single. 

Ken.  Just  so. 

Mil.  (hastily)  Dolly  dear,  play  something.  I  never 
play  now. 

Ken.  Do,  Doll.  (Kengussie  takes  Dorinda  to  the  pianette 
and  stands  by  her  side) 

Mil.  (to  Harold)  Harold !  (Harold  comes  doicn) 
Harold — keep  a  firm,  brave  heart,  and  go  down  to  the  fac- 
tory again  as  if  all  were  well.     Tliere  is — there  is — hope. 

Har.  (r.  0/  ottoman)  Hope!  (Dorinda  p/a^s  a  lively 
air  (French)  very  softly  on  tlie piano) 

Mil.  Don't  ask  me  how,  or  why.  Leave  all  to  me,  and 
question  nothing  I  say  or  do. 

Har.  Milly,  you  are  mad. 

Mil.  Have  j'ou  forgotten  what  I  was  in  my  father's 
house,  in  the  Rue  St.  Nicliolas,  before  you  rescued  me  from 
its  misery  and  degradation  ?  Have  you  forgotten  what 
they  called  me  then,  because  of  my  never-failing  good 
fortune — because  of  my  luck.  They  called  me  the  Money 
Spinner!  I  shall  see  if  I  can  .spin  now,  as  I  could  spin 
then  ! 

Hab.  No,  no,  Milly — I  forbid  it ! 

Tlie  doors  R.  open  and  Faubert  enters.    Dorinda  ceases 
playing. 

Fau.  Pardon  my  entering  unannounced — your  servant 
is  absent.  Boycott,  our  Monsieur  Ribot  has  returned  from 
Marseilles,  and  requires  to  see  you. 

Mil.  (aside  to  Harold)  Have  courage  ! 

Har.   (going  up  to  Faubert)  I  am  ready. 

Mil.  (rising)  Monsieur  Faubert,  we  liave  a  little  family 
party  here  to-night ;  cards  and  reminiscences  at  ten 
o'clock.     Will  you  join  us  ? 

Fau.   (bowing)  Madame,  I  shall  be  so  happy. 

Mil  (reseating  herself)  Harold,  introduce  Monsieur 
Faubert. 

Har.  (taking  Favbert's  arm)  Faubert,  my  sister-in-law. 


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Miss  Croodle.  Lord  Kengussie,  Monsieur  Jules  Faubert. 
(DoRiNDA  nods ;  Kengussie  bows ;  Harold  takes  Faubert 
over  to  L.) 

Dor.  {aside  to  Kengussie)  I  hate  sandy  men  !  [looking  at 
Kengussie"s  fair  Jtair)  Oh,  I  beg  pardon,  Ronald. 

Har.  {to  Croodle)  Mr.  Croodle,  let  me  introduce  you  to 
my  friend  Faubert.  (Harold  leaves  Faubert  l.,  and 
Joins  Kengussie  and  Dorinda  at  jiiano) 

Croo.  {entering  from  balcony)  ''Baron"  Croodle,  my 
son-in-law  should  have  said.  How  d'ye  do?  {starting 
back  ivith  surprise)  Grognon! 

Fau.  {laying  his  finger  on  his  lips)  Hush!  Keep  my 
secret,  and  it  will  be  well  for  you.  (Faubert  ZooA:s  quietly 
at  Croodle  and  then  goes  over  to  R.  of  ottoman  and  speaks 

to  MiLLICENT) 

Fau.  {to  MiLLICENT)  Madame,  you  will  never  pardon  me. 
I  am  always  trying  to  take  your  good  husband  away  from 
you  {they  talk) 

Croo.   (l.)  Dorinda! 

Dor.  Yes,  pa.  (Dorinda  Zeaws  Harold  a?id  Kengussie 
and  joins  Croodle) 

Croo.  {aside  to  BomyDx— trembling)  Dolly !  don't  you 
recognize  that  fellow  Faubert  ? 

Dor.  Not  a  bit. 

Croo.  You  haven't  the  scent  that  I  have.  Not  a  word, 
not  a  whisper  of  what  I'm  going  to  tell  you.  That  man  is 
Pierre  Grognon,  one  of  the  best  knoivn  detectives  in  the 
Parisiaii  Police ! 

Dor.  What  of  it ! 

Croo.  Wliat  of  it  ?  He  is  a  worm  with  the  sting  of  a 
serpent.     What  the  devil  is  he  doing  here  ? 

Dor.  He  is  a  clerk  now  in  Harold's  factory.  I  suppose 
he  has  given  up  collaring  swindlers — become  one  himself. 
{she  returns  to  the  pianette  and  reseats  herself.  Harold 
goes  to  r.    Croodle  stands  l.  ,  aghast) 

Har.  Are  you  coming,  Faubert  ? 

Fau.  Certainly,  my  friend,  (to  Millicent— feoiring) 
Au  revoir,  Madame — we  meet  to-night.  {DORiyiD a  resumes 
playing  softly.  Faubert  goes  icp  and  boivs  to  her  and 
Kengussie,  speaking  a  few  ivords  to  them  in  an  undertone, 
as  MiLLICENT  sjwaks) 

Mil.  {aside  on  ottoman)  To-night !  Wlmt  will  that 
bring?  The  Money  Spinner  and  the  man  wlio  once  loved 
her  so  dearly.  Oh,  wliat  is  it  I  am  going  to  do  ?  What  am 
I  going  to  do  ?  {she  buries  her  face  in  her  hands.  Faubert 
Joins  Harold) 

Har.  Come.  Faubert.  {as  they  are  leaving,  the  doors  r. 
are  tliroini  open,  (Uid  M argot  appears  with  Croodle's 
spirit  flask) 

Mar.  {Iviully,   holding   up  Jlask)  Ze  brandy    for   Mon- 


«  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

sleur  le  Baron  !  (Dorinda  bursts  out  laugJiing  and  plays 
very  forte — Croodle  hastily  goes  out  through  the  opening 
L.  as  the  curtain  falls  quickly) 

End  of  Act  1. 

Harold.  Dorinda.  Kengussie. 

Faubert. 
Margot.  Croodle. 

MiLLICENT. 


ACT  II. 

Scene. — Same  as  in  Act  I.  Night  time.  Windou-s  open 
and  bright  moonlight  on  balcony.  Doors  R.  closed,  cur- 
tains L.  closed.  Ottoman  removed  to  L.  doivn  stage, 
Down  stage  R.c.  a  small  card  table  with  green  baize  top, 
071  ivhich  are  two  packs  of  cards,  lighted  candle,  tvith 
shade  and  small  bell.  Chair  r.  and  L.  of  card  table. 
One  or  two  camp  stools  on  balcony.  Pianette  candles 
lighted,  also  lighted  candles  round  room.  Soft  senti- 
mental music  to  o]}en.  At  rise  of  curtain  Dorinda  is 
discovered  seated  on  balcony  outside  of  R.  windoiv.  She 
is  dressed  smartly  for  the  evening.  Croodle  is  asleep  on 
ottoman  down  L.  icith  his  legs  on  a  chair  and  a  colored 
handkerchief  thrown  ot'er  his  face.  He  is  attired  in  very 
rusty  evening  dress,  and  wears  the  Ribbon  of  the  Legion 
of  Honor. 

Dor.  {looking  at  the  stars)  How  late  that  old  band's 
playing  !  Some  big  fellow's  birthday,  I  suppose  !  What  a 
jolly  night  for  sentimental  soliloquy  !  How  beautiful  the 
stars  are  !  Regular  diamonds  of  the  first  water  !  I  always 
tliink  that  the  stars  are  hung  out  to  encourage  good  girls, 
wliile  the  moon  looks  on  and  bullies  the  bad  ones.  The 
moon  lias  such  a  painfully  judicial  air  !  I  believe  it  is  in 
the  pay  of  the  English  School  Boards  I  {music  ceases  ; 
Croodle  snores  gently)  I  wonder  whether  that  is  the 
water  I  hear,  running  through  the  bridges  and  lapping  the 
sides  of  the  quay  !  How  balmy  the  air  is — and  how  tight 
Milly's  dresses  are  round  the  waist  !  How  kind  of  Milly  to 
lend  me  her  swell  dress,  and  how  liard  that  I  should  be 
squeezed  in  on  such  a  heavenly  night  !  {she  r/.scs  and  comes 
into  the  room)  Pa  has  dropped  off  !  {she  tralks  on  tip-toe 
over  to  Croodle)     Poor  pa.    I  hope  life  will  run  smoothly 


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for  him  for  the  future  !  (softly)  There  is  so  much  to  ad- 
mire in  poor  old  pa  !  (Croodle  sleejiily  turns  up  the  part  of 
the  handkerchief  covering  his  mouth  and  mechanically 
raises  his  sjjir it  flask  to  his  lips— then  replaces  handker- 
chief and  drops  off  again  ivith  the  flask  in  his  hand,  and 
tcithout  noticing  boRixDA) 

Dor.   (u-ith  a  shudder.)  Ugh!     How  horrid! 

Croo.  (uneasily  in  his  sleep)  Double  on  the  red,  no  get- 
ting out  of  it  !  What  a  lot  can  be  done  b\-  a  twist  of  the 
wrist,  by  gad  ! 

Dor.  He  is  dreaming  tliat  he  is  back  in  the  Rue  St. 
Nicholas  !  Oh !  I  can"t  bear  to  think  of  that  dreadful 
place  !  Why  do  they  leave  me  here  ?  They  know  how  it 
frightens  me  to  be  left  alone  ! 

Harold  enters,  dressed  as  in  1st  Act,  from  door  R. 
His  manner  is  excited. 

Dor.  (running  to  him)  Oh,  Harold,  I  am  so  glad  you 
have  come. 

Har.  Ah,  Dolly  !  Yes,  I  am  late,  but  I  couldn't  get 
back  earlier.  Old  Ribot  has  returned,  Ribot  the  head  of 
the  firm,  a  hard-fisted,  hard-hearted,  grasping  old  miser, 
and  has  been  overhauling  all  the  factory  books,  ha  !  ha  ! 
I  have  worried  him,  but  I  give  up  my  keys  to-morrow  ; 
and  then  he  can  have  his  revenge  upon  me  !  What's  the 
matter,  DoUv  ? 

Dor.  Notliing  !  I"ju  nervous  to-night !  And  feel  fright- 
fully off  color,  that's  all ! 

Har.  Where  is  Milly  ? 

Dor.  Dressing. 

Har.  I'll  send  her  to  you.  (Harold  crosses  to  L.  and 
sees  Croodle)  Why.  your  father  is  keeping  you  company. 

Dor.  (returning' to  her  scat  on  balcony)  Yes,  I've  been 
listening  to  him,  lie's  been  snoring  !  How  jolly  !  (Harold 
looks  down  on  Croodle) 

Har.  Poor  old  fellow  !  Tired,  perhaps  !  (sees  flask  in 
his  hand)  Confound  him,  at  that  wretched  brandy  again  ! 
(takes  flask  from  CroovtuK's  hand)  This  is  the  old  repro- 
bate's master  !  But  what  a  warm-hearted  master  !  How 
different  to  Ribot !  Ugh  !  How  cold  I  feel !  (inds  flask 
to  his  lips  and  drains  it  eagerly)  That's  good.  Poor 
broken-down  father-in-law  !  Do  as  you  please,  this  is 
Liberty  Hall— till  to-morrow  !  (he  lets  the  flask  fall  tqmn 
Croodle.  who  u-akes  up  and  rubs  his  eyes.  Harold  goes 
to  opening,  l^.  ^Millicent  comes  through  tJic  curtains  and 
meets  him.  ]MiLLiOEXT  is  very  prettily  dressed  for  the 
evening) 

^IiL.  Harohl,  returned  !     Has  anything  occurred? 

Har.  Nothing! 


26  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

Mil.  That  is  good  news  !  '  Go  and  dress,  it  is  half-past 
nine  !     Our  guests  will  be  here  soon. 

Har.  What  are  you  going  to  do  ?  What  i^lau  have  you 
in  your  mind  ? 

Mil.  That  is  my  secret  !  Go  and  dress,  and,  Harold,  be 
happy  to-night  ! 

Har.  Happy  ! 

Mil.  Yes,  trust  in  me,  and  don't  look  at  me  all  the 
evening  ! 

Dor.   (from  window, -r.)     Is  that  you,  Milly  ? 

Mil.  Yes,  Dolly  !  (Harold  kisses  Millicent  and  goes 
out  through  curtains.  L.  Millicent  crosses  over  to  card 
table  and  sits  L.  of  it.  She  takes  up  a  pack  of  cards ; 
Croodle  has  now  thoroughly  awakened  and  is  putting 
the  flask  to  his  lips) 

Croo.  Not  a  drain,  by  gad  !  And  I've  slept  till  I'm 
chilled.  What  bad  measure  Margot  brought.  Perhaps 
the  woman  tipples.     Ugh  !     How  filthy  ! 

Mil.    (from  card  table)  Papa,  I  want  you. 

Croo.  (crossing  to  her)  Yes,  pet.  (Millicent  looks 
round  to  see  that  Dorinda  is  not  listening.  Dorinda  fs 
still  on  balcony,  but  not  in  sight)  With  your  old  friends 
again.  Mill  ? 

Mil.  (letting  the  cards  run  through  her  hands)  These  ? 
Yes! 

Croo.  (putting  his  forefinger  on  the  king)  How  the  old 
monarch  smiles  on  you  !  he's  glad  to  see  us  together  again  ; 
he's  delighted,  bv  gad  ! 

Mil.  Father,  I  haven't  touched  the  pack  since  I  left  you, 
two  years  ago. 

Croo.  (c.)  For  shame,  Milly,  for  shame  !  They  served 
you  so  well,  too  !  (patting  her  head)  Ah,  it  was  a  blow 
to  me  when  I  lost  ye.  What  an  eye  you  had— what  a 
wrist!  They  used  to  say  you  had  ten  fingers  to  each 
hand. 

Mil.   Husli,  father. 

Croo.  Dorinda's  a  fool  to  you,  a  well-meaning  girl,  but 
an  empty-headed,  brainless  fool !  {u-himpering  and  u'iping 
his  eye)  She  has  been  a  tax  upon  me,  a  drain  !  I've  lost  by 
her— lost  by  her.  She  was  always  in  need  of  new  boots 
and  new  gloves— with  hundreds  of  buttons.  I  went  down 
lower  and  lower  when  you  left  me.  What  was  it  the 
devils  used  to  call  you.  Mill? 

Mil.    I  don't  know — I  forget. 

Croo.  Money  Spinner,  my  pet  goldfinch  1  Money  Spin- 
ner, my  lady  bird. 

Mil.    Oh,  no  !  father  ! 

Croo.  It's  true !  You  know  the  science.  How  your 
tongue  used  to  rattle  and  how  your  eyes  sparkled  !  The 
boobies  stared  at  your  face,  and  you  fleeced  'em.   And  then 


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voii  broke  your  poor  old  father's  heart  and  left  him  alone 
With  a  cliit  of  a  chit  wlio  never  brought  in  a  sou  and 
always  grizzled  for  new  gloves  and  new  boots,  with  hun- 
dreds of  buttons. 

Mil.  Father,  I  wonder  if  I  have  forgotten  the  old  trick, 
if  my  eyes  have  grown  dim,  and  my  fingers  thick  and 
clumsy  ? 

Croo.  Not  you,  my  cherub,  not  you  ;  it's  a  gift  of  Provi- 
dence and  never  leaves  one.  (Croodle  goes  round  to  R.  of 
table  and  takes  up  the  pack  of  cards)  Are  you  going  to 
play  to-night,  Milly  ? 

Mil.    Perhaps. 

Croo.  What? 

Mil.  If  I  play — Ecarte. 

Croo.   Ay,  Ay  !    Shall  I  refresh  your  memory,  eh  ? 

Mil.   Father. 

Croo.   Shalll?    Eh!    Shall  I? 

Mil.  Yes.  (Croodle  stands  facing  Millicext,  with  his 
hack  to  the  audience.  The  pack  he  holds  is  prepared  for 
the  business) 

Croo.  {taking  out  King  »f  Hearts,  and  holding  it  up) 
The  King  of  Hearts.  Mill ;  I  love  him,  he  is  so  kind  to  me. 
See  !  (he  is  supposed  to  replace  the  card,  and  then  shuffles 
vigorously)  Who  is  to  have  him,  Mill,  you  or  I? 

Mil.   Give  it  to  me,  father. 

Croo.  Greedy  girl,  greedy  girl  I  Her  father's  own 
child  !  (he  dealsfive  cards  toedch — tJwee  at  a  time,  and  then 
tu-o  ;  the  King  of  Hearts  tchich,  after  shuffling,  lie  has  made 
the  bottom  card  of  the  pack,  he  deals  to  Millioent)  Show 
them,  Milly,  show  them  ?  (Millicext  turns  her  cards  face 
%ipwards,and  takes  from  them  the  King,  which  she  holds 
up) 

Croo.  (r.  of  table)  There  he  is  !  There  he  is  !  That's 
the  way  to  deal,  Mill,  that's  the  way  to  deal ! 

Mil.   Yes,  two  years  ago,  dad,  not  now  ! 

DORINDA  appears  at  r.  window,  and  comes  down  to 
back  of  table. 

Croo.  Why  not  now,  Milly  ?  Only  two  classes  of  people 
ai-e  lucky  at  cards— the  fools  and  the  knaves.  The  fools 
because  of  their  blind  courage,  the  knaves  because  of  their 
skill.  If  you  are  not  certain  that  you  are  a  fool,  my  child, 
take  your  old  man's  lesson  to  heart,  and  play  with  the 
science. 

Dor.   (sternly)  Now  then,  pa,  shut  up. 

Croo.    Ugh  !     You  vulgar  child. 

Dor.  I  know  I'm  vulgar — in  appearance,  dress,  mannei 
— everything.  It  is  in  my  blood  and  it  will  never  come 
out  of  it.  I  know  I'm  vulgar,  but  I'm  going  to  be  honest. 
How  dare  you  say  such  tilings  to  Millicent  ?    How  dare 


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you  preach  your  dreadful  sermons  to  an  honest  man's 
wife  ? 

Croo.  Dear!  The  way  the  offspring  speaks  to  the  author 
of  her  sublunar}"  existence.     Go  away  I 

Dor.    I  will  not  r 

Mil.    Don't  anger  father,  Dolly. 

Dor.  I  will  anger  him,  because  he  angei's  me.  Cliildren 
are  children  only  as  long  as  they  know  no  better  than  their 
parents  ;  when  they  do  know  better,  the  parents  become 
their  children's  children,  and  are  to  be  whipx)ed  and  stood 
in  the  corner. 

Croo.   Be  silent,  or  you'll  break  my  heart. 

Margot  enters  door,  R.,  foUoiced  6?/ Kengussie.  Mar- 
got  is  in  black  uith  cap  and  apron.  Kengussie 
in  evening  dress. 

Mar.  Lord  Kengussie  !  (Margot  goes  out.  Kengussie 
kisses  Dorinda,  and  shakes  hands  tcith  Millicent) 

Ken.   How  are  you,  Dolly?    {to  Millicent)     How  are 

you  Mrs. ?    Confound  it,  there  goes  the  name  again  I 

I  had  it  on  the  stairs,  {to  Croodle)  Good-evening, 
Baron. 

Croo.  Ah  !  Kengussie,  you  see  us  once  more  together — 
three  happj"  birds  chirping  in  tlie  same  nest,  {u-iping  his 
eye)    A  pretty  picture,  I  venture  to  think,  a  pretty  picture. 

Ken,    (looking  at  Dolly)  Very. 

Mil.    Harold  will  be  down  directly. 

Ken.  (to  Dorinda)  Let  us  look' at  the  stairs — I  meaii 
stare  at  the  stars!  {DoitiSDA  takes  his  arm)  Will  you  be 
a  star-gazer,  Milly  ?    (to  Millicent) 

Dor.   Boycott." 

Ken,   Of  course,  Milly  Boycott. 

Mil.  Certainly,  I  will.  (Dorinda,  Kengussie,  a«d  Mil- 
licent go  np  to  irindow,  L.  Croodle  shakes  his  Jist  at 
Dorinda,  she  looks  orer  her  slimilder,  sees  him,  and  makes 
an  ugly  face  at  him  ;  they  go  out  on  balcony) 

Croo.  {down  r.c.)  Let  the  girl  be  careful,  or  I  will  dis- 
miss her  from  my  affections,  {laying  liis  hand  on  Itis 
heart)  1  feel  a  vacuum  here  already,  here — and  elsewhere. 
I  wonder  whether  there  is  a  loose  sandwich  or  two  in  the 
next  room?  It  is  my  natural  disposition  to  prey,  {spelling 
it)  P-r-e-y.  I  will  prey  upon  the  victuals,  by  gad.  {he 
goes  quietly  out  through  curtains  l.) 

Margot  enters  door,  R. 

Mar.   Monsieur  Faubert ! 

Faubert  enters  in  evening  dress.     Millicent  advances 
to  meet  him  ;  they  shake  hands. 
Mar.    (at  door,  looking  at  Faubert)     I  hate  him.     He 


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kissed  me  on  ze  stairs,  almost  against  my  will.  I  am  fifty 
years  old,  so  it  is  not  for  love.  He  has  a  motive — mo  a 
Dieu,  I  do  hate  him. 

Mil.  (^o  Margot)  Margot,  the  curtains,  {music.  MiL- 
LICEXT  comes  doirn  icifh  Faubeut.  Margot  exits  to  L.  To 
Faubert)  Mr.  Boycott  returned  so  late.  He  will  be 
down  soon.  (Margot  draws  the  curtains  from  across 
opening  L.  The  room  beyond  isu-ell  lighted,  and  the  end  of 
a  supper  table  is  seen  laid  for  supper)     Here  he  is. 

Harold  enters  through  opening  in  evening  dress. 
Margot  goes  out  l. 

Har.  Ah,  Faubert,  very  glad  to  see  you  !  Dolly — Ken- 
gussie.  (Kengussie  comes  down,  followed  by  Dolly  ;  Fau- 
bert bows  to  tliem)  There's  something  laid  in  tlie  next 
room  ;  on  condition  that  nobody  dignifies  it  by  the  title  of 
supper,  I  propose  we  go  and  look  at  it.  (Millicent  takes 
KENGrssiES  arm.  Faubert  bows  to  Dorinda  ;  she  takes 
his  arm,  they  go  laughing  and  chatting  through  the  opening, 
1..,  folloiced  by  Harold.  Margot  appears  L,.,  drops  the 
curtains,  then  retires,  L.) 

After  a  pause  Croodle  enters  through  the  curtains, 
with  a  sandwich  in  one  hand  and  a  claw  of  lobster  in 
the  other. 

Croo.  I  can't  stand  that  Frenchman's  eye,  the  fellow 
has  a  look  that  would  open  an  oyster,  (he  sits  on  ottoman, 
L.  There  is  a  burst  of  laughter  from  further  room.  Eating) 
They  are  getting  on  tolerablj-  well  without  me.  (Margot 
comes  from  L.  carrying  a  tray  towards  R.;  Croodle  stojjs 
her)  Be  good  enough  to  fetcli  me  the  least  drop  of  brandy. 
Stay,  bring  the  decanter  and  I'll  measure  it  myself. 

Mar.   Yes,  I  will,    {she  goes  through  the  curtains  off,  L.) 

Croo.  How  men  can  eat  without  drinking  I  never  can 
understand  !  The  idea,  to  me,  is  dog-like,  and  revolting. 
(Margot  returning  with  decanter  and  gla.'is  on  tray. 
Croodle  takes  decanter,  removes  stopper,  sniffs  the  con- 
tents) 

Mar,  {holding  out  glass  to  him)  Ze  glass. 

Croo.  No,  thank  you.  I  have  all  I  require  !  (Margot 
points  to  the  decanter  and  pantomimes,  by  raising  Iter  hand 
to  her  mouth,  that  .s/ie  knoics  he  ivill  drink  out  of  it) 

Mar.  Oh  !  Yes,  I  see  !  Bravo  !  A  very  good  idea  ! 
Ha  !  ha  !  {she  goes  out,  R. ) 

Croo.  What  is  the  matter  with  the  woman,  I  wonder  ? 
I  suppose  I  have  noticed  her  beyond  the  requirements  of 
her  station.  Vanity!  Vanity!  {lie  takes  out  his  flask 
from  his  pocket  and  commences  to  fill  it  from  the  decanter) 


30  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

MiLLiCENT  and  Kk^gvssi^^  enter  from.  L.  and  stroll  over 
to  windoic,  R.  not  observiny  Croodle. 

MiLi.    It  is  too  warm  there. 

Ken.   It  does  suggest  the  tropics. 

Mil.  Oh,  what  a  delicious  bi-eeze  !  (tliey  stand  looking 
out  of  u'indoni,  R.  Croodle  sees  them,  and  while  their  baelcs 
are  turned  sneaks  off  irith  the  flask  and  decanter  out  of 
u'indow,  L.  He  gets  between  the  two  windows  out  of  sight. 
MiLLiCEXT  and  Kengussie  turn  down  stage,  R.) 

Ken.  (down  r.  c.  by  table)  Here  are  the  cards.  Shall  we 
play  ? 

Mil.  (coming  doum,  falteringhj)  Do  you — do  you  wish 
to  play  ? 

Ken.     I  should- like  to,  for  the  sake  of  old  times. 

Mil.  We'll  play,  then — for  the  sake  of  old  times.  (MiL- 
LiCENT  sits  R.  of  table.  Kengussie  faces  her.  Dorinda 
appears  1..,  and'looks  at  them.  They  do  not  observe  her) 
Face  to  face — once  more — two  old  enemies. 

Ken.  Two  old  friends. 

Mil.  Is  there  friendship  at  cards  ?  Did  you  read  that 
a  brother  and  sister — twins — stabbed  each  other  at  the  St. 
Sever  last  week,  over  a  game  of  faro  ? 

Ken.  What  a  warning  to  all  twins ! 

Mil;,  Are  you  ready  ? 

Ken.  For  you  to  stab  ? 

Mil.  For  me  to  cut — same  thing,     {they  cut  the  cards) 

Ken.  Our  old  stakes  ? 

Mil.  If  you  please,  or  double  them.  Two  years'  rest 
makes  one  reckless. 

Ken.  Double  them.     (Millicent  deals) 

Ken.  Why,  how  your  liand  trembles  ! 

Mil.  The  air  is  so  warm  here.  Don't  notice  me ;  it  is 
nothing,  (they play  as  cd  Ecarte.  Kengussie  ma rfcs //ie 
king) 

Dor.  {watching  from  l.)  I  made  up  my  mind  in  the 
railwaj^  carriage,  when  we  were  leaving  Paris,  that  I 
wouldn't  be  jealous,  and  I  thought  I  was  as  firm  as  a  rock. 
But,  oh  !  I  have  such  a  sickening  sensation  at  my  heart 
when  I  see  them  together  ! 

Ken.  Wliy,  yoii  are  positively  allowing  me  to  win.  I 
shall  be  proud  of  my  skill  after  to-night. 

Mil.  (faintly)  I  promised  you  your  revenge,  (aside) 
I  can't  play  to-night,  (jmtting  her  hand  to  her  head)  I 
think  I  ani  going  mad.     Oh,  Harold  !  Harold ! 

Ken.  (to  Millicent)  Coupez.  (ina^^ks.  Millicent  cuts 
cards.    Kengussie  deals) 

Dor.  W^hat  are  you  playing,  Kengussie  ? 

Ken.  Ecarte. 

Dor.  (going  up  to  piano)  Two  are  company.  Three  are 
Bone. 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  31 

Mil.   (fo  Kengl'ssie)  Je  propose. 

Ken,     L'onibien  ? 

]MiL.  Trois.  (MiLLiCEXT  discards.  Kexgussie  re- 
deals) 

Dor.  (aside)  How  wrong  of  Milh-  to  allow  Ronald  to 
play.  He  is  such  a  fool  at  a  card  table,  (to  Kengussie, 
coming  down  c.)  Ronald !  (Kexgussie  does  not  hear, 
MiLLiCEXT  jj/rt?/s  a  card) 

Ken.  {tviumpliantly  playing  a  card)  Le  roi. 

Mil.  Ah! 

Dor.  Good  gracious  !  Ronald  is  winning  ! 

Kex.  Fortune  smiles  on  me.  I  kiss  my  hand  to  fortune, 
for  she  is  a  woman. 

Mil.  Ay,  and  as  false  as  her  human  sisters. 

Faubert  and  Harold  enter  from  L.,  smolcing  cigarettes 
and  chatting.     Harold  sits,  l. 

Dor,  (starting  to  L.)  Monsieur  Faubert  ! 

Fau.  (advancing  to  her)   ]Miss  Croodle  ? 

Dor.  I'm  a  cigarette  smoker.  (Faubert  takes  out 
cigarette  case)  Isn't  it  horrid  in  a  woman  ? 

Fau.  Not  at  all.     (gives  one  and  lights  it  by  his) 

Dor.  (aside)  I'll  do  anything  to  annoy  Ronald  to-night. 
He  makes  me  mad.    (pavse) 

Mil.   (reprovingly)   Dorinda  !     What  are  you  doing  ? 

Dor.  Enjoying  myself. 

Kkx.  (turning  toivards  her)  I  say,  Dorinda — you  know 
I  hate  that. 

Dor.  Thanks  ;  but  we  are  not  particularly  intent  upon 
pleasing  each  other  to-night,  (site  goes  up  to  L.  ivindoto 
and  sits) 

Har.   (to  Faubert,  l.)  Do  you  bet? 

Fau.  Never. 

Kex,  (over  his  shoulder,  /o  Harold)  lam  enjoying  my 
revenge  for  long  ago.  You'll  never  believe  it — I'm  the 
poorest  player  in  the  world — and  I  triumph  ! 

Dor.  (from  zvi)idow)  Harold,  I  want  you.  (Harold 
joins  Dorinda.  and  sits) 

Fau.  (aside)  ^ladame  seems  disturbed,     (crosses  to  r.) 

Mil.  (throwing  dozen  cards)  Ah !  what  frightful  ill- 
luck  ! 

Ken.  Poor  Millicent  I  (Millicent  tears  a  leaf  from  the 
pocket-book,  and  icrites  on  it  an  I.  0.  U.,  and  gives  it  to 
Kengussie) 

Mil.  A  thousand  francs,  (aside)  My  only  hope  is 
going  from  me.     We  are  lost ! 

Ken.  Tlianks.     Are  you  tired? 

Mil.  (rousing  lierself)  Not  I !  I'll  play  till  I  vanquish 
you.    Tired  I    Double  the  stakes !     (Millicent  rings  the 


32  THE  MONEY  SPINNER, 

bell,  which  stands  on  card  fable.     There  is  a  crash  of  hro- 
Icen  glass  heard  from  outside  windoic) 

Dor.  Good  gracious  !  ) 

Har.  What  is  that  ?  -  (Spoken  toycthcr.) 

Mil.  It  is  that  careless  Margot.    ) 

Ken.  What  the  deuce 

Croodle  enters  uneasily  through  idndow,  l. 

Croo.  Don't   be    alarmed,  my  children.     A   window  in 
the  neighborhood,  I  think.     Nothing  more  serious. 
Dor.  I  didn't  know  you  were  there,  papa. 

Margot  enters  from  r. 

Mar.  Yes,  madame  ? 

Mil.  Cards,  Margot — quick  ! 

Mar.  Yes.  madame.  (Margot  crosses  to  opening,  L. 
As  she  is  leaving.  Croodle  pit//s  the  skirt  of  her  dress) 

Croo.  (aside  to  Margot)  Margot,  my  dear,  I've  had  a 
trifling  mishap  with  tlie  decanter.  You'll  find  it  in  the 
court  below.  (Margot  laughs)  Don't  laugh,  you  vixen  ! 
Don't  laugh  !  (Margot  laughs,  and  goes  out,  h.,  followed 
by  Croodle) 

Fau.  (back  of  table,  to  Millicent)  Does  madame  often 
play  Ecarte  ? 

Mil.  No — not  now. 

Fau.  Madame  is  wise,  for  the  stakes  are  high,  and  for- 
tune is  her  enemy. 

Mil.  Yes. 

Ken.   (to  Faubert)  You  will  see  ;  luck  will  change. 

Mil.  (staring  forimrd)  Perhaps.  (Faubert  goes  to 
desk,  R.,  takes  up  book,  and  stands  u-atching) 

Margot  re-enters,  carrying  a  tray  on  which  are  two 
packs  of  cards,  a  syphon,  a  small  decanter  of  brandy 
and  socla-ivater  glass. 

Mar.  (to  Millicent)  Ze  cards  for  Ecarte,  madame. 
(Millicent  takes  cards,  giving  the  tn-o  old  packs  to  Mar- 
got. Kengussie  2)0'^'^'>^s  himself  out  a  soda  and  brandy. 
Margot  then  withdraws,  r.) 

Mil.  (taking  a  fresh  pack)  Coupez.  (they  cut.  Milli- 
cent deals— as  she  does  so.  a  card  falls  unnoticed  from  the 
pack,  and  lies  at  her  feet.  Faubert  is  R.  by  desk;  he  sees 
the  card  upon  the  ground,  is  about  to  call  attention  to  it^ 
but  restrains  himself) 

Ken.  (playing  a  card)  I  play,  (they  play.  Faubert 
tvatches  them) 

Ken.   (taking  a  trick)  Ah! 

Mil.  (aside)  I  nuist  win— I  must  win!  (Kengussie 
plays  asrai?i— Millicent  covers  his  card—hs  takes  the'trick] 


THE  MONEY  SPINXER.  33 

Kex.  (trmmphantli/)  Another! 

Mil.  (asirle)  Ruin  ! 

Kex.  (jilays)  Un  grand  coup!  (Kengussie  i-aises  his 
glass,  and  drinls  to  MlhiACEyj) 

Ken.  To  my  victim.  (^Iillicext  6o«-s— Kexgussie 
drinks) 

Mil.  (aside)  If  he  only  knew  what  to-morrow  will  bring 
me!  (at  this  moment  DoRiyDX  from  up  the  stage  laughs 
londlij.  Kexgussle  looks  round — as  he  does  so,  Millicext 
discovers  the  card  at  her  feet,  and  picks  it  up) 

5IiL.  (aside)  Ah !  the  very  card  !  (she  plays  it  quickly, 
thrusting  one  of  the  cards  she  holds  in  her  hand  into  her 
pocket)  Voila  ! 

Kex.   (looks  7^ound)  By  Jove  !  the  luck  has  turned. 

Mil.  Kengussie — Ronald  ! 

Kex.  Yes? 

Mil.  I  .  .  .  nothing,  (aside)  "What  have  I  done  ?  What 
have  I  done  ? 

Ken.  Your  play,  Milly.  (they  continue  the  play — Fau- 
BERT  crosses  to  c,  eyeing  them) 

Fau.  (aside)  Ah,  I  thought  Madame  Boycott's  luck 
would  change  .  .  .  she  turns  the  table  on  the  fool  of  a 
Scotch  lord.  Grognon,  will  you  be  fooled  too  by  pretty 
Madame  Boycott?  How  do' I  stand?  .  .  .  My  friend 
Boycott  is  sorely  in  need  of  mone}-,  and  to-morrow  should 
fall  into  my  hands.  I  cannot  spare  him — I  am  too  proud 
of  my  glorious,  my  useful,  profession,  to  let  him  slip  now 
.  .  .  I  must  have  my  friend  Boycott. 

Kex.  (throwing  doicn  cards)  Fortune  deserts  me.  (he 
tears  up  MiLLiCEXT's  I.  O.  V..  then  takes  notes  from  pocket- 
book,  and  pushes  them  to  Millicext) 

Ken.  Your  game.  A  thousand  francs — again — we'll 
make  a  night  of  it. 

Fau.  (aside)  A  thousand  francs  out  of  ten,  and  Madame 
Boycott's  luck  returned!  (sits  on  chair,  L.)  If  Madame 
Boycott  wins  ten  thousand  franc.<^  from  Lord  Kengussie 
to-niglit  my  friend  Boycott  meets  his  liabilities  to-morrow, 
and  i  lose  iny  pretty  little  case.  I  cannot  spare  my  friend 
Boycott.  I  will  warn  the  fool  of  a  Scotch  lord,  (he  takes 
out  a  pocket-book  tears  a  leaf  from  it,  and  writes.  Dorixda 
rises) 

Dor.  (to  Harold)  What  feverish  verses  you  used  to 
send  to  Millv  in  vour  courting  davs  ? 

Har.   (by'her  side)  Did  I? 

Don.  (coming  into  room)  Do  you  rememlier  some  lines 
you  begged  liie  to  lay  upon  her  pillow — tlie  night  you 
thought  she  had  tlirown  you  over  ?  She  had  liad  a  bilious 
attack,  and  wouldn't  see  you. 

Har.  I  remember  Milly's  illness— I  don't  remember  tha 
verses. 


34  '  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

Dor.  J  do.  She  took  them  with  a  Seidlitz  powder.  They 
began  : — 

"  My  fate  is  cursed  if  I  do  live  without  thee, 
To-day — to-morrow. 
Bind  but  a  single  golden  raven  auburn  hair  about  me, 
And  I  must  follow  !  " 

I  forget  the  rest,  (she  plays  an  air  softly  on  the  piano. 
Pause.  Faubert  moves  deliberately  over  to  Kengussie  u-ho 
is  2}laying  intently,  and  lays  the  little  note  befoi-e  him  on  the 
table) 

Fau.  Pardon  me,  Lord  Kengussie — that  is  a  nice  method 
of  marking  at  Ecarte — read  it. 

Ken.  (absently— not  looking  up)  Thank  you.  (Faubert 
returns  to  sofa.     Kengussie p/oys  a  card) 

Ken.  Stop  !     I  didn't  intend  to  play  that  ! 

Mil.  Too  late ! 

Ken.  (tlirou-ingdoivn  his  cards)  Once  more.  I  thought 
Fortune  was  only  flirting  with  me.  Again,  {they  cut 
cards.  MiLLiCENT  commences  to  deal.  Kengussie  picks 
tip  Faubert's  note) 

Ken.  What  is  this?  (he  reads)  I  don't  quite  compre- 
hend— who  placed  this  upon  the  table. 

Mil.  Monsieur  Faubert,  did  he  not?  What  is  the  matter? 

Ken.  (aside,  7-eading  the  note  again)  Great  heavens  !  I 
can't — I  rcon't — believe  it ! 

Mil.  Kengussie,  what  ails  you  ? 

Ken.  (looking  at  her  fixedly  )  You  have  made  a  mis- 
take in  your  play. 

Mil.  a  mistake? 

Ken.  You  know  it.  I  can  read  that  you  know  it  in 
your  face.     I  will  play  no  more. 

Mil.  What  do  you  mean  ?  Why  do  you  look  at  me  like 
that  ? 

Ken.  (raises  his  glass  to  his  lips  anddrainstt.  Looking 
at  paper)  I  mean  that  I  believe  what  is  written  liere.  I'll 
•play  no  more,    (he  is  about  to  rise ;  she  seizes  his  arm) 

Mil.  Show  me  that  paper. 

Ken.  I  will  not. 

Mil.  Show  me  that  paper  ! 

Ken.  I  cannot. 

Mil.  Lord  Kengussie— Ronald— give  it  me,  please,  (he 
slowhi  hands  it  to  her) 

Ken.  Tell  me,  what  am  I  to  think  ?  (she  reads  it  quickly) 

Mil.   (irith  a  stifled  cry)  Oh  ! 

Ken.  Is  it  false — or  true  ? 

Mil.  Don't  speak  to  me  so  harshly !  (pushing  the  notes 
towards  him)  Take  them  away  from  me,  take  them 
away ! 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  35 

Kex.  Is  it  false  or  true  ? 

Mil.  Ronald — I — it — is.  (throicing  Faubert's  note  to 
Kexgussie)  Believe  every  word  of  it,  if  j'ou  care  to.  (her 
head  drops  vpon  the  table ;  she  cries  bitterly.  Dorixda 
ceases  playing.     Harold  turns) 

Har.  Miliicent  !  (Kengussie  7'ises,  and  flings  the  cards 
to  the  ground) 

Ken.  (r.  c.)  You  are  too  clever  for  me  here,  and  fool 
me  on  all  sides. 

Har.  (C.)  What  is  the  meaning  of  this,  Lord  Kengussie  ? 

Ken.  It  means.  Mr. — I  am  rude  enough  to  forget 
your  name  for  the  moment — that  I  am  about  to  quit  your 
house  with  a  settled  determination  to  enter  it  again  on  no 
account  whatever. 

Har.  Tliank  you— as  you  please. 

Ken.  And  that  I  do  not  exactly  sympathize  with  the 
constitution  of  a  household  into  which  a  man  i.s  lured  as  a 
guest  to  be  cheated  at  play.  (Dorinda  comes  from  piano 
to  MiLLICENT) 

IIar.   {fiercely)  Cheated! 

Ken.  I  repeat,  sir,  cheated. 

Dor.  {to  MiLLlCENT)  You're  a  good  sister,  to  rob  the  man 
I  am  to  marry.  Don't  j'ou  tliink  I  am  low  enough  in  his 
eyes  as  it  is,  without  you  degrading  me  still  more  ? 

Mil.  {to  Dorln'da)  Oh,  Dolly,  have  pity. 

Har.  You  shall  i^rove  your  accusation,  Lord  Ken- 
gussie. 

Ken.  I  say,  do  you  really  think  that  to  your  advan- 
tage? 

Croodle  enters  through  curtains,  L, 

Croc.  (L.  C.)  What  is  it?  Is  there  anything  in  dispute, 
children  ?     Any  little  poii^t  at  cards  that  papa  can  settle? 

Dor.  That's  right,  father.  .See  jour  girls  now.  See 
what  your  sermons  have  brought  tliem  to, 

Croo.  Ugh  !  You  ungrateful  child. 

Har.  {to  Kexgussie)  You  are  not  now  in  Scotland,  my 
lord  ;  you  must  answer  to  n\e  for  your  language. 

Ken.  Certainly,  {pointing  to  Faubert,  icho  is  seated 
quietly  on  ottoman,  L. )  In  company  with  that  gentleman — 
rise — the  writer  of  tliat  note.     (Faubert  rises  calmly) 

Har.  Let  me  see  tliat  paper? 

Ken.  {giving  Faubert's  note  to  Harold)  By  all  means. 

Fau.  {quickly)  It  is  marked  "Private."  Perhaps  I  do 
not  untlerstand  the  Scotch  etiquette  in  reference  to  a  pri- 
vate communication. 

Ken.  {haughtily)  In  Scotland,  sir,  two  persons  are  neces- 
sary to  an  agreement.  I  am  under  no  obligation  to  you  to 
share  almie  the  advantages  of  your  ingenious  discoveries, 
(Faubert  inclines  his  head) 


36  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

Har.  (reads)  "Remember  that  the  lady  to  wham  you 
are  at  tins  moment  losing  your  money  is  the  daughter  of  a 
notorious  blackleg.  (Croodle  goes  up  stage)  Remember, 
also,  that  she  was  known  in  Paris,  in  the  Rue  St.  Nicholas, 
by  the  sobriquet  of  '  The  Money  Spinner.'  Play  if  you 
choose  ;  she  is  cheating  you."  {to  Kengussie,  pointing  at 
Faubert.)  This  man,  my  lord,  for  the  last  week,  or 
longer,  has  fastened  himself  upon  me  and  .sought  my  com- 
panionship. To-night  he  is  my  jruest — accepting  ni}'  ho.s- 
pitality.  {approaching  Ywby.^i)  Jules  Faubert — you  dog! 
{he  strikes  Faubert  iqyon  the  bi-east.  Faubert  rouses 
himself  for  a  moment  as  if  about  to  return  the  bloiv, 
Hun  regains  liis  composure,  and  remains  jjerfectly  still) 

Croo.  {up  stage)  Son-in-law,  don't  be  hasty,  don't  be 
ha.sty. 

Dor.  You  don't  know  who  your  precious  friend  is — I 
do — and  I  can  tell  j^ou. 

Croo.  Dorinda ! 

Dor.  That  man's  name  is  not  Faubert,  he  is  Pierre 
Grognon,  a  detective  in  the  Parisian  ijolice.  (Croodle 
hastily  goes  out) 

Har.   (starting  back)  Oh,  what  have  I  done ! 

Mil.  (rising)  Harold. 

Kex.  (to  Faubert)  Monsieur — whatever  your  name  may 
be — tell  me,  have  I  indeed  the  honor  of  meeting  a  dis- 
tinguished officer  of  the  Parii-ian  police  ? 

Fau.  It  is  true.     I  am  (proudly)  Pierre  Grognon. 

Har.  What  do  you  here  ? 

Fau.  Since  I  am  known  I  need  no  longer  conceal  my 
mission.  I  am  watching  Mr.  Harold  Boj'cott.  a  clerk  in 
Ribot's  factory,  who  is  suspected  by  his  employer  of — a 
crime.  (Harold  sinks  on  seat  at  x>i(i^^o  '"'<^^  covers  his 
face  zrith  his  hands) 

Ken.  a  crime  ? 

]\IiL.  And  you  have  grasped  my  husband's  hand  under 
tlie  mask  of  friendship  with  this  in  your  heart,  (she 
sits,  R.) 

Fau.  Madame,  we  fulfil  our  useful  offices  inider  many 
guises  ;  it  is  one  of  the  most  sublime  offices  of  friendship 
that  it  can  be  employed  for  the  purposes  of  detection  of 
crime.  IMoiisieur  Ribot  requested  that  I  should  keep  my 
eye  upon  Mr.  Harold  Boycott,  wliose  strength  of  mind  he 
mistrusted,  and  I  have  carried  out  my  instructions  to  the 
letter.  The  task  would  have  been  a  painful  one  to  so 
sensitive  a  man  as  myself  had  it  not  consoled  me  with  the 
society  of  Madame  Boycott. 

Ken.  I  do  not  doubt,  sir,  that  you  Imve  performed 
expediently  your  most  miserable  duty,  (advancing  to 
him)  May  I  ask  you,  as  a  personal  favor,  that  you  will 
step  outside  that  "door  (pointing  to  R.),  and  remain  there 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  '  37 

(lool'lng  at  tvateh)  for  about  a  quarter  of  an  hour  (goes  to 
door.s,  R. ),  as  faraway  from  the  keyhole  as  is  consistent 
witii  j'our  habits  and  your  emploj-er's  instructions? 

Fau.  I  am  hapi^y  in  being  able  to  oblige  you  !  (goes  to 
doors,  R.  ami  then  turns)  Shall  I  have  an  opportunity  of 
paying  my  adieux  to  your  lordship? 

Ken.  I  shall  doubtless  require  to  see  you  again. 

Fau.  In  any  case  I  shall  consider  it  my  duty  not  to  be 
far  awaj'  from  this  spot  until  to-morrow,  (tn'tli  a  hair  lie 
goes  out  through  doors,  R.,  closing  tliem  carefully  after  him. 
Kexgussie  goes  to  Millicent,  tcJio  is  doicn  k.  Dorinda 
eyes  ilion) 

Kex.  Millicent. 

JIiL.  Yes. 

Ken.  I  want  to  speak  to  you  alone.  (Dorinda,  overhear- 
ing, quietly  goes  on  to  balcony  through  window,  B.. ,  xaiper- 
ceived) 

Mil.  You  see  how  wretched — liow  humiliated  I  am ! 
What  more  do  jou  wish  to  say  to  me  ? 

Ken.  I  nuist  speak  to  you  alone.  (MiLLiCEXT  rises  and 
goes  to  Harold,  trho  is  seated  at  piano) 

Mil.  (to  Harold)  I  have  some  explanation  to  give  to 
Lord  Kengussie,  Harold,  will  you  leave  us  ?  (Harold ?'7ses, 
kisses  Millicent"s  liand  and  goes  to  L.) 

Har.  (at  curtaiiis,  to  Kengussie)  Lord  Kengussie,  of 
course,  does  not  intend  to  quit  this  house  without  my 
knowledge?  (he  goes  out,  L.  Millicent  comes  doivn  to 
ottoman.  L.,  and  sits.  Kengussie  lools  around  the  room 
and  appears  satisfied  that  they  are  cdonc) 

Mil.  AVhat  have  you  to  say  to  me  ? 

Ken.   (calmly)   My  dear  Millicent. 

Mil.  My  husband's  name  is  Boycott.  Lord  Kengussie. 

Ken.  Thank  you — you  know  my  failing.  My  dear  Mrs. 
Boycott,  I  did  to-night,  for  the  first  time  in  my  life,  within 
my  remembrance,  lose  control  over  my  temper. 

Mil.  Well? 

Ken.  Well,  my  dear  ]\Irs.  Boycott— I  knew  I  should  get 
the  name — the  consequences  are  so  serious  to  me  as  to  in- 
duce me  to  liope  most  fervently  that  such  an  occurrence 
will  never  repeat  itself. 

Mil.  What  is  this  to  me? 

Ken.  It  may  be  of  interest  to  you,  inasmuch  as  it  ex- 
plains my  foolish  outburst  at  dropping  a  few  hundred 
francs  at  that  card  talde. 

Mil.  (eagerly)  You  don't  believe,  then,  what  that  letter 
told  }'ou— you  don't  believe  that  I  cheated  you  at  cards? 

Ken.  (very  quietly)  Yes,  I  do.  Upon  my  honor.  (MlL- 
LU'ENT  sinks  back  again.  Kengussie  takes  a  chair  and  sits, 
c.)  U.iderstand  the  reason  of  my  annoyance.  lam  an- 
noyed, not  because  I  am  cheated  at  cards,  but   because  I 


38  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

was  so  weak  as  to  imagine  that  such  a  simple  fool  as  my- 
self could  ever  be  anything  to  a  pretty  woman  but  a  toy 
and  a  pastime. 

Mil.  You  don't  know.     You  don't  understand. 

Ken.  {lighting  a  cigarette)  I  do  know,  and  I  do  imder- 
Btand  that! should  have  read  long  since  tlietrue  cliaracter 
of  the  girl  who,  two  years  ago,  cheated  me  at  love  as 
lightly  as  she  to-night  cheated  me  at  play — who  won  fi-om 
me  tlien  a  heart,  which  was  of  value  to  me,  as  easily  as  she 
wins  now  the  wretched  money,  which  I  despise. 

Mil.   (rising)   Have  pity  on  me  !     Have  pity  on  me  ! 

Ken.  (rising  and  replacing  his  chair)  Oh  !  if  we  are  to 
indvilge  in  sentiment,  it  is  I  who  deserve  some  pity.  When 
I  met  you  years  ago,  I  cast  aside  all  prejudices,  all  conven- 
tionalities of  opinion.  I  knew  you  to  be  (pardon  my  plain- 
ness) the  daughter  of  a  sharper — an  English  adventurer, 
whose  name  reeked  with  ill-odor  in  Florence,  Monaco, 
and  Brussels,  and  who  had  been  driven  to  an  obscure 
quarter  of  Paris  to  eke  out  a  miserable  existence  with  the 
aid  of  his  two  children — his  decoys. 

Mil.  This  is  unmanly  of  you — this  is  cruel. 

Ken.  But  a  woman  once  loved  by  a  man  becomes  in  his 
mind  a  something  apart  from  all  other  women  ;  much 
higher,  or  much  lower.  I  never  considered  your  origin — 
to  me  you  were  as  the  highest  lady  in  tlie  land.  And  when 
you  discarded  me  I  had  no  hard  name  for  you,  but  thouglit 
sadly  of  myself  as  of  a  poor  fellow  who  lacked  the  qvialities 
which  win  the  love  of  a  good,  pure  girl. 

Mil.  (laying  her  head  upon  his  arm)  Oh  !  hear  me  for 
a  moment. 

Ken.  (taking  his  arm  from  her)  A  moment,  and  I  shall 
have  finished.  This  morning  I  came  to  you,  tlie  promised 
husband  of  your  sister — poor  Dolly.  I  can  never  give 
Dolly  tlie  affection  I  gave  you,  and  she  guesses  it ;  but  she 
knows,  and  you  know,  tliat  I  am  an  honest  man,  and  will 
do  my  duty.  I  loved  Dolly  because  at  odd  times  her  voice 
had  the  ring  of  yours,  and  her  eyes  the  brightness  of 
yours. 

Mil.  I  won't  hear  you  speak  any  more ;  you — you  tortvu-e 
me  ! 

Ken.  I  have  done.  I  merely  wish  to  put  one  question  to 
you.  Don't  you  think  you  did  wrong  to  make  a  fool  of  me 
at  Ecarte  f  Don't  you  think  I  merited  something  less  or 
something  more  ?  That  perliaps  I  deserved  at  your  hands 
something  better?  (he  sits,  R.  C,  smoking  his  cigarette. 
Millicent  comes  to  him  slowly,  and  lays  her  hand  upon  Jiis 
shoulder) 

Mil.  Ronald,  I  did  cheat  yovi  at  the  cards  !  (he  inclines 
his  head  in  assent)  I  was  tempted  sorely.  You  lieard  wliat 
that  man  Grognon  said — that  lie  had  been   employed  by 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  39 

Monsieur  Ribot,  the  head  of  my  Harold's  firm,  to  watch 
him  ? 

Ken.  Yes.  (I'ising)  I  beg  vour  pardon,  won't  you  sit 
down  ? 

Mil.  (kneeling  quickly)  No,  let  me  kneel.  I  will  tell 
you  everything.  Harold  has  used  moneys  which  do  not 
belong  to  him  for  investment  in  London — not  with  dis- 
honest intent,  believe  me.  He  thought  to  repay  the  money 
before  tlie  return  of  his  absent  employers  to  Rouen,  but 
the  London  sclieme  failed,  and  all  our  savings  are  gone, 
and  we  are  penniless.  Harold  had  no  idea  tJiat  he  was 
suspected  ;  he  is  to  hand  over  his  books  and  accounts  to- 
morrow, and  is  in  desperate  need  of  ten  thousand  francs 
to  save  himself  and  his  wife  from  ruin.  I  meant  to  win 
ten  thousand  francs  from  you  at  play,  and.  Heaven  forgive 
me,  I  meant  to  do  it  dishonestly.  (Kf.xgussie  sits  and 
takes  her  hand) 

Kex.  Milly,  why  did  joxi  not  give  me  the  confidence 
which,  from  a  woman  I  once  loved,  I  should  have  esteemed 
an  honor?  "Why  did  you  not  come  to  me  and  say,  "  I  can 
speak  to  you  as  I  can  speak  to  no  other  man  in  the  world 
besides  my  husband.  I  am  in  disti'ess,  will  you  help  me  ?  " 
Milly.  why  did  you  not  trust  me  ? 

Mil.  Because  I  was  too  great  a  coward  to  beg  of  the  man 
wliom  two  years  ago  I  cast  off  without  a  word  of  sympathy 
or  kindness ;  because  there  is  bad  blood  in  me,  and  I  am  a 
cheat  by  nature ;  because,  to  women  trained  as  I  have 
been,  it  is  so  much  easier  to  sin.  (Dorixda,  who  has  been 
listejiing  at  intervals,  comes  from  balcony  through  ivindoic, 
L.) 

Ken.  (rising  and  raising  Millicext)  My  dear  little 
friend,  I  find  that  I  have  been  mistaken.  I  know  nothing 
of  women.  I  am  a  bigger  fool  than  I  thought.  (Dorinda 
comes  doicn  and  j)uts  her  arm  round  Millicent's  n-aist) 

Dor.  {on  Millicent's  l.)  Oli.  Milh-.  dear,  I  shall  never 
forgive  myself  for  having  been  angrv  with  you. 

Mil.  Dolly! 

Dor.  (u-ijnng  her  eyes)  I  was  jealous  of  you,  Milly,  and 
I've  been  listening.  I  never  guessed  that  you  were  over 
head  and  lieels  in  trouble,  and  I  am  ashamed  of  myself, 
dear,  I  am  indeed. 

Ken.  My  dear  Dorinda,  it  is  not  considered  usual,  I  may 
remark,  for  a  young  lady  to  play  the  eavesdropper. 

Dor.  Yes  ;  I  know  that  folks  in  your  station  are  in  the 
habit  of  drawing  the  line  somewhere.  I'm  not  well-bred 
enough  to  know  where  the  line  is  to  be  drawn,  and  I'm  not 
squeamish,  (advancing,  c.  to  Kengussie)  Look  here, 
Kengussie  ;  you've  been  making  some  very  disrespectful 
observations  about  my  pa.  He's  not  so  good  and  not  so  bad 
as  other  people's  pa's,  but  I  owe  him  the  luxury  of  being 


40  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

here  at  this  moment,  and  that's  all  I  care  about.  Now, 
don't  you  think  yovi  iiad  better  go  and  leave  vis  to  sliare 
our  troubles  amongst  us  ?  I  sliall  stick  to  Millicent  as  long 
as  I  have  breath  in  my  body — and  you  and  me,  I  don't 
tJiink  we  mix  well. 

Ken.  Dolly,  dear,  3'ou  must  give  me  another  chance  ! 
(he  holds  out  his  hand  to  Millicent;  sJie  takes  it)  Milly, 
it  is  very  womanly  to  be  very  weak,  and  the  weakness  of 
woman  deserves,  I  liave  been  taught,  notliing  but  the 
most  respectful  sympathy.  I  never  thought  higher  of  you 
than  I  do  at  tliis  moment.  Forgive  me  for  every  harsh 
thing  I  liave  said  and  done  ! 

I\IlL.  I  need  forgiveness.     I  have  nothing  to  forgive. 

Ken.  We  will  not  argue  tliat  point.     Dollj^,  oblige  me 

by  calling  your  father  and  Mr. there  goes  the  name 

again— and  Milly 's  Imsband.  (DoRlNDA  goes  off,  L. ,  quickly. 
Kengussie  crosses  to  table,  R.,  and  rings  bell) 

Mil.  Oil,  Lord  Kengussie,    wliat  must  you  think  of  me  ? 

Ken.  (leading  her  to  ottovian)  I  think  that  your  tears 
distress  me  beyond  measure,  and  I  think  I  know  that  if 
you  had  honoured  me  b\'  becoming  my  wife,  you  would, 
liad  there  been  such  miserable  need,  have  suffered  as  much 
for  my  sake  as  you  are  now  suffering  for  my  friend,  your 
husband. 

Margot  enters  doors,  R, 

Mar.  Did  madame  ring  ? 

Ken.  (crosses  to  Margot)  There  is  a  gentleman  waiting 
for  me,  is  tliere  not  ?     Monsieur I  forget  his  name  ? 

]Mar.  (looking  at  Kengussie)  A  gentleman  wiz  hair  like 
my  loi'd. 

Ken.  (disconcerted)  Well,  I  should  have  hardly  thought 
■  however,  that's  the  man.     Will  you  ask  him  to  come 

Vl]1  ? 

Mar.  (jerking  thumb  towards  doors,  n.)  Ha!  He  is  sit- 
ting on  ze  stairs  outside. 

Ken.  Is  he?  I  hope  he  has  caught  a  very  severe  cold. 
(Margot  laughs  and  claps  her  hands  and  goes  off,  R.) 

Harold  enters,  l.,  followed  by  Croodle  and  Dorinda. 
Dorinda  yoi?is  Millicent  on  ottoman. 

Ken.  (taking  Harold's  hand)  Mr.— um— Millicent's 
husband,  I  want  you  to  allow  an  old  acquaintance  to  put 
himself  right  witli  j-ou.  I  want  you  to  forgive  my  almost 
unjmrdonable  rudeness. 

Har.  Lord  Kengussie. 

Ken.  Will  you  do  me  the  kindness  to  consider  me  your 
friend  ? 

Har.  There  is  a  cloud  hanging  over  me — a  black  one. 
You  have  yet  to  learn  the  story  of  my  folly. 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  41 

Kex.  T  know  everytliing.  I  know  now  that  you  are  a 
man  in  great  trouble,  and  I  offer  you  my  sincere  sym- 
pathy. 

Har.  Thank  you  from  my  heart. 

Kex.  And  more  tlian  this,  I  demand  a  right— the  right 
to  help  you  in  your  difficulties  by  all  means  in  my  power. 
I  liave  long  had  a  predilection  for  commerce  ;  will  you  con- 
sider me  your  banker  ? 

Har.  Lord  Kengussie — I 

Ken.  Hush  !  You  are  under  no  obligations  to  me.  You 
are  in  a  scrape  to-day.  I  may  be  in  one  to-morrow.  It 
will  then  be  vour  right  to  help  me,  and  I  shall  not  fail  to 
seek  you.  (Croodle  presses  forward  and  seizes  Ke\- 
GUSSiE's  hand) 

Croo.  My  dear  Kengussie,  any  question  as  to  your 
eligibility  for  tlie  position  of  my  son-in-law  I  now  consider 
removed!!  I  may  have  had  my  doubts,  but  I  am  sure  it 
will  ease  your  mind  when  I  tell  you  that  your  present 
manly  conduct  thoroughly  convinces  me  that  you  are  a — 
gentleman  ! 

M ARGOT  enterft,  followed  by  Faubert. 

Mar.  Monsieur  Faubert.  (Margot  scoufJs  at  Faubert 
as  he  enters  and  in'pes  her  lips  tcith  her  apron.  Aside)  He 
has  done  it  once  more,  mo)i  Dieu.  How  I  do  liate  him. 
(goes  Old,  r.) 

Ken.  {to  Faubert)  I  am  sorry  to  have  detained  you, 
pardon  me.     You  can  now.  however,  go  home  to  bed. 

Fau.  My  dutj'  to  Monsieur  Ribot  ? 

Ken.  You  can  perform,  as  you  have  said,  to  the  very 
letter.  But  let  me  satisfy  your  mind  upon  one  point.  Let 
me  tell  you,  sir,  tliat  my  friend  ( pointing  to  Harold)  has 
incurred  no  liabdity  to  his  employers  that  he  will  not  be 
able  to  meet  to-morrow  to  the  fullest  extent. 

Fau.  I  congratulate  ilr.  Boycott. 

Ken.  For  your  method  of  marking  at  Ecarte,  I  thank 
you  ;  but  understand  me,  I  prefer,  and  shall  adhere,  to 
the  old  system.  (Faubert  boM-s ;  Kengussie  advavces  be- 
hind him,  and  touches  his  arm  ;  quietlij)  If  you  have  a 
grain  of  manhood  in  you,  do  not  breathe  a  word  against 
the  lady  wlio  has  to-night  equally  honored  you  and  me  by 
condescending  to  be  our  hostess.  I  have  influence  in  Paris 
— vou  understand  me  ? 

"Fau.  Perfectly. 

Ken.  I  shall  probablj'  have  occa^sion  to  see  you  to-mor- 
row morning,  {giving  his  card)  Hotel  d'Angleterre — be 
with  me  at  ten  o'clock,  (lie  takes  from  his  chain  a  hand- 
some hunting  watch)  Don't  be  late,  (giving  iratch  to  Fau- 
bert) dou't  be  late  ;  tliat  is  an  excellent  timekeeper,  let  it 
remind  you  of  our  appointment.     Good-night. 


42  THE  MONEY  SPINNER. 

Fau.  (pockets  the  icatcli,  goes  to  door,  then  turns,  inclin' 
ing  his  head  to  Millicent  and  Dorinda)  Madame — made- 
moiselle, adieu  !  Mr.  Boycott — Baron — adieu  !  Ha  !  I 
do  not  receive  one  word — one  token.  Maj'  I  beg  your  con- 
sideration ?  {looks  at  Harold)  I  have  been  struck  to- 
night upon  the  face.  When  you  all  speak  and  think 
against  me,  count  in  my  favor  what  I  suffer  in  the  knowl- 
edge that  it  is  nij'  duty  alone  that  forbids  me  to  return 
that  blow,  (to  Kengussie)  Au  revoir  !  (Dorinda  runs 
over  to  Kengussie  and  throws  her  arms  around  hwi) 

Dor.  Oh,  Ronald,  you  are  too  good  to  me.  But  I'll  try 
to  be  a  nice  girl,  for  your  sake !  I  won't  smoke  another 
cigarette,  and  I'll  never  talk  slang  ;  and  when  you  see  me 
again,  you  shall  find  me  a  regular  tip-top  lady. 

Croo.  Dorinda,  this  is  very  humiliating  for  your  father. 

Ken.  Ah,  Dolly  !  when  you  learn  all  my  faults  you'll 
discover  what  a  good  little  soul  you  are. 

Margot  enters,  R.,  with  Kengussie's  overcoat  and  hat. 

Mar.  My  lord's  coat  and  hat.  The  red-headed  gentle- 
man said  I  was  to  bring  them  up. 

Ken.  Confound  his  impudence !  (lie  takes  them  from 
Margot  and  gives  her  some  silver)  Thank  you.  (Margot 
goes  out)     Good-night,  Baron. 

Croo.  (advances  and  shakes  hands)  Be  careful  of  the 
night  air,  my  boy  !  I  don't  think  a  drop  of  brandy  would 
do  you  any  harm,  (beamingly)  After  our  sad  excitement, 
I  don't  think  a  drop  of  brandy  would  do  any  of  us  any 
harm. 

Ken.  No.  thanks.  (Dorinda  ass/sfs  Kengussie  fop«fo?i 
his  coat.  Croodle  retires  and  strolls  out  through  curtains, 
L.     Harold  advances  and  takes  Kengussie's  hand) 

Har.  (to  Kengussie)  I  must  seek  some  other  oppor- 
tunity to  tell  you  what  I  think— what  I  feel. 

Ken.  Nonsense.  We  shall  meet  to-morrow.  I  shall 
delay  my  departure  till  you  are  quite  through  your  diffi- 
culties—and, by  the  bye,  old  friend,  you  and  this  interest- 
ing little  city  must  part  company.  You  must  consider  my 
little  influence  in  England  qviite  at  your  service.  (Harold 
grasps  Kengussie's  hand  and  then  turns  up  stage,  L.) 

Dor.  I'll  see  you  downstairs,  Ronald,  if  you  promise  not 
to  kiss  me. 

Ken.  I  promise. 

Dor.  (indignantly)  Well  !  I  never  !  (the  air  of  "  Auld 
Lang  Syne  "  is  played  very  feelingly.  Kengussie  ad- 
vances, c,  tourirds  Millicent.  who  is  seated  on  ottoman,  l.) 

Ken.  I  am  going,  MillJ^  (she  rises  and  comes  sloicly  to 
Idni ;  he  takes  her  hand)     Good-night. 

Mil.  (hanging  her  head)  Don't  say  anything  to  me,  I 
caxi't  bear  it. 


THE  MONEY  SPINNER.  43 

Kex.   (fo  Harold)  I  say — er — iini— Milly's  husband  ! 

Har.   (f)i riling  round)  I  beg  pardon. 

Kex.  Jlay  I  claim  the  privilege  of  an  old  friend  and  a 
futnre  brotlier  ? 

Har.  (icit]i  ((  sniilc)  Of  course.  (DoRiy da,  who  is  listen- 
ing, Ji  ides  her  face  iritJi  Jier  arm.  so  that  she  may  not  see 
Kexgussie  and  Millicent.  Kengussie  takes  Millicent's 
hand  and  kisses  lier  upon  the  forehead) 

Ken.  {quietly  to '^liiAAC^sy)  For  auld  lang  syne.  (Ken- 
gussie goes  up  to  Dorinda  at  door,  R.  Croodle  appears 
in  opening,  L.,  with  a  icineglass  in  his  hand,  drinking  to 
Kengussie.     The  music  sicells  as  the  curtain  falls) 


Curtain. 


/U8T  PVBl.lSnRT) 


What  Happened  to  Jones 

Alt  Original  Farce  in  Three  Acts 
By  GEORGE   H.  BROADWURST 


CAST  OF  CHARACTERS 

JOI^ES,  ichn  trards  for  (V  hym^i-book  hovsfi, 

EBENEZER  GOODLY,  a  jvofessnr  of  anatomy 

A.^"TONY  GOODLY,  D.D.,  Bisliop  of  Ballarat 

RICHARD  HEATHERLY,  engaged  to  Marjone 

THO.^LVS  HOLDER,  a  policeman 

Y/ILLL\>r  BIGBEE,  an  inmate  of  the  Sanitarium 

HENRY  FULLER,  s-'penrctcnoent  of  tlie  Sanitarium 

MRS.  GOODLY,  Ebenc<e:-'s  wife 

CISSY,  Ebenezer' sward 

MARjORIE   I  . 

MI\EUVA     \  Ebcnezer'''s  davgJders 

ALVINA  starlight.  Mr.  Goodlfs  sister 
tIELMA,  a  serxant 

SYNOPSIS  OF  SCENES 

ACT  1. — Handsomely  furnished  room  'n  home  of 

Ebenezer  Goodly. 
ACT  2.— The  same. 
ACT  3.  —The  same. 

This  is  the  jolliest  sort  of  a  farce,  clean  and  sparkling  all  the  way 
Wirongh.  A  professor  of  anatomy  is  hired  to  a  prize  fight  and  ihe 
police  make  a  raid  on  the  "mill."  The  professor  escapes  to  his 
home,  followed  by  Jones,  a  traveling  salesinf.n.  who  sells  liymn 
books  when  he  can  and  playing  cards  when  he  cannot.  The  police 
are  on  the  trail,  so  Jones  disguises  himself  by  putting  on  a  r>ishop's 
garl),  and  a  lot  of  funny  complications  ensue.  The  ot?icv  funinakers 
are  aided  not  a  little  by  an  escaped  lunatic.  This  celeb'a^^ed  farce 
has  been  a  tremendous  success  for  years  on  the  professional  stj^geancl 
<s  uow  published  for  the  first  time. 

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AT  YALE 

A,  Comedy  Draraa  of  College  Liie  in  Three  Act.« 

By    OV/EN    DAVIS 

CAST   OF   CHARACTERS 

biCK  Sheeley Yale  '05. 

Mr.  Clayton  Randal Of  Xew  York. 

Jack  Randal ills  sou,  Yale  '05. 

[)a\  E  Burly Substitute  on  Y'ale  Crew. 

Jim  TrcKER Captain  of  Y'ale  Crew. 

Ji.MSKi' A  Telegraph  Messenger  Boy 

Clancy .    A  Prize-fighter. 

John  Kennedy ,  .  Coach  Y^ale  Crew. 

f  RANK  Y'ouNG Member  of  Yale  Crew. 

Ed.  Scott rriend  of  Dick  and  Member  ct  ^hA 

Crew. 

Tom  Haynes ]\Tember  of  Y'ale  Crew. 

Robert  Crosby Member  of  Y'ale  Crew. 

JsPriON Boatman. 

Pol 

Harry  Wilson 

Will  Taylor 

Mrs.  Randal Jack's  Mother. 

Dorothy  R.andal ,  . .  .Her  dai-.ghtei 

Polly  Burk A  friend  of  Dor(?thy. 

MAiiE  Brady. A  poor  girl. 

SY'XOPSIS   OF  SCENES 
ACT  I.— Vanderbilt  Hall,  New  Haven. 

(act  TI. —Scene  1.— A  Boat  House,  Gales  Ferry. 

Scene  2. — The  Start.     Gales  Ferry  Quarters. 
ScF.NE  3 — The  Race.     Thames  River. 

ACT  III. — Exterior  of  Griswold  Hotel,  Eastern  Point.     New  Lorh 
don.     The  night  of  the  race. 

A  Comedj'  Drama  of  Anierica-i  Ci.Ue^e  Life  In  Three  Acts,  by  Owen  Davis. 
.  ft  s  piece  was  played  with  tremendous;  success  aU  over  the  ijnitei  StJ.tes  by 
P:>.ii  Gilmore.  Sixteen  males,  four  female-;,  four  of  the  men  bein?  unimportant. 
Iiii;  i;  a  play  with  a  distinct  college  setting,  in  which  athletics  are  prominent: 
i  ril  the  kind  of  play  that  i>  wanted  by  nearly  every  h;?h  school  a:id  coheie  con- 
ic nnlatln!?  puttingf  on  a  play  as  part  of  their  cor;i''iencement  exerci  e-.  There 
ft"-  pretty  cohere  sirls,  fre  hmen.  a  ielerraph  nic-;senKer  boy.  coaches,  ypical 
cc  ;;e?e  boys,  members  of  the  crew,  subrtitutes,  etc.  Any  number  of  maiei  and 
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CUPID   AT   VASSAR 

A  COMEDY  DRAMA  JN  FOUR  ACTS  H 

By  OWEN    DAVIS 

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CAST  OF  CHARACTERS 

loHif  WiLLETT A  Young  Architect. 

Amos  North Of  North  &  Son,  Bankers. 

Shiny .A  Lazy  Darkey. 

Hank  Gubbin The  Hired  Man. 

Mrs.  Newton Of  Great  Falls,  Vermont. 

Kate , Her  Daughter. 

Wanda Kate's  Half-sister. 

Miss  Page 

Sally  Webb. 

Matty  Hart 

Alice  Worth 

Patty  Snow. 

Helen  Conway 

As  many  more  jollege  girls  as  are  desired. 

SYNOPSIS 
Act  I 
Scene,  sitting-room  of  Kate's  home  in  Vermont.      (At  the  Old 
Home.) 

Act  II 

Scene,  Kate's  room,  in  a  senioj-  double.     (At  Vassar.) 

Act  III 
Scene,  same  set  as  Act  I.  with  snow  and  winter  backing  and 
Lhristmas  tree,  etc.     (Vacation  Time.) 

Act  IV  1 

Scene,  college  campus  at  Vassar.     (Graduatioi   Pav.     The  Daisy  I 

Chain.) 

This  comedy  is  eminently  suited  to  girls'  schools  and  colleges,  as  it  ^ 

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acters, two  of  which  are  eccentric  parts,  and  ;iil  the  male  parts  can 
be  easily  dressed  by  girls.  The  play  has  all  college  surroundings, 
and  t.he  last  act  contains  the  famous  daisy  chain  which  is  so  poDula^ 
at  girls  colleges. 

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BROWN    OF    HARVARD 

A  Play  in, Four  Acts 
By   RIDA    JOHNSON    YOUNO 

THE   CAST   OF   CHARACTERS 
Tom  Brown  .      ^.  ,  ,     .  , . 

Gkkald  Thotine,  stroke  oar  of  the  "Varsity  Eight,     who  is  not  his  own  mastef 
Wilfred  Ken  von. 
Claxt-on   Madden, 
John  Oaktwright, 
."Tubby''   Anderson, 
''Happy"  Thurston, 
Walter  Barnard, 
Warren  Pierce, 
Thompson  Coyne. 
"Bub"   Hall,  "Varsity  Coach." 
Victor  Colton.  who  wants  the  English  crew  to  defeat  his  Alma  ^late^ 
CoDi{iNf:TON,  Mannger  of  tlie  F^nsflish  ciew. 
Ellis,  Manager  of  the  Varsity  crew. 
Captain   Hodges,  1 

George  Selwyn, 

James  Van  Renssalaer,    J-  Members,  of  the  V'ar?ity  crew, 
Arthur  Blake,  1 

Austin  Latchow.  J  .,  t. 

Old  Clothes  Man  Mrs.  Kenyon.  Marian  Th'jrjir- 

DoonKEf;PER.  Emelyn  Kenyon.  Edith  SiWrA.,AiR. 

Butler. 

SYNOPSIS    OF   SCENES 

act  I 
Place. — Cambridge,  Mass.  ,      n?     u     i_ 

SCEKE. — Tom  Brown's  and  Cla.^ton  JTadden's  apartments  in  "The  Wetherby." 
a  students'  apartment  house. 

act   II 
Scene  —Yard  at  Harvard.     The  exterior  of  a  dormitory, 

act    III 

"CENE. — "The  Varsity  Boat  Club"  on   the  day  of  the  race  with  the   Enghsh 
Amateurs.     The  scene  is  laid  in  the  large  hail  of  the  boathouse. 

.^  ACT    IV 

&^ENE, — Same  as  Act  One. 

'Brown  of  Harvard"  has  the  genuine  college  atmosphere,  v.ith  moments  uf 
p  -itement  and  even  of  sentimcntid  iiite-pst.  To  1  eiiin  ■pith,  tbeie  is.  of  course. 
Brown  biiliself.  a  paragon  of  all  the  ordinaiy  vi'tties,  with  the  adoilional  and 
rare  one  of  n">de^ty.  Then,  theie  is  Wilton  Ames,  vlo  i.s  not  bis  O'.ti  mastei, 
and  Victor  C-^^on,  who  wants  the  i-^nglish  crew  to  defe:'t  bis  Alma  Ajiter.  and 
who  is  not  al'0\e  u;ing  the  weaker  student  to  acionjilisli  lis  owr,  .illainous 
pu'po-e.  For  the  rest,  tl'fy  are  college  boys  of  vaiious  imh  r.  j,i  ;.•.  of  the  sort 
w'lc  like  to  come  to  afternoon  ten  in  the  fellows'  rooi  >  I'n^i  x  c  wh.-.op  it  up  for 
t^ipm  when  anv  «o't  of  a  content  is  on.  The  plaj'-  ri  ief  ;  ri  <-:  i  (  r.mes  fiom  ihe 
fact  that  it  rcfle- ts  in  ii=i  entirety  the  buoyant,  wbolcson  e  ^}  >  \\  of  youth. 
Some  livelv  and  entf-  f  ■;>  in';  ?limp?es  of  college  lif^  ''•''  =bf  "•'i.  v"!nit)ses  into 
tvpicn!  ft>i<lo;.f  .=-r'tni.i>-.  the  fun  nr'd  frolic  of  o-oodfrllnTsbip  (he  chat  of  the 
crew.  snit-l"-^of  .  ..lle^e  J-i.ngs  the  harmless  fli- l;iiir,j-s  of  I  he  towi.  and  ■■anipus— 
those  aie  jll  nleasii.t  ff-atu'ps  of  the  niece.  Al'  this  and  a  stiriins  boat-race  .=cene 
added  I.  'k.s  1  r  1  y  o.'  "Ijese  life  thjt  i'\  h-  le^  •  =<  v  -I-  f  •■  Vii'-I.'y  atip.-phere. 
The  '•haratters  art-  w!l  <lrawn  and  therp  is  aciion  and  niovemeot  throughout 
(Hhe  (uiir  auta.     Pkayt;  h  ic'n  evM>.,,,t 


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vol,.  XLIV, 

345  Druniiird'i  Doom 

346  Cbiiimev  Comer 

347  Fifteen  Vearsofa  Drunk- 

348  No  TborougLiare  [  ard's 
34S(  Peep  O'  Day  L  Life 
350  Everybody's  Friend 
ool_Gen.  cirant 
SsACathleen  Mavourneen 

VOL.  XLV. 

353  Nick  Whiffles 

354  Fruits  of  the  Wine  Cnp 
3o&  Drunkard's  Warning 

356  Teatperance  Doctor 

357  Auat  Dinah 

353  Widow  Freeheart 
35tl  Frou  Frou 
36U  Lone  Strike 

VOL.  XLVI. 
3S1  Larcers 
36-i  La.  ille 

363  Raadall's  Thumb 

364  Wicked  World 

365  Two  Orphans 

366  Colleen  Bswn 

367  'Twixt  A-\e  and  Crown 

368  Lady  Clancarthy 


VOL.  XLVU. 

369  Sar.itoga 

370  -Never  Too  Late  to  MenL 

371  Lily  of  France 
37i  Led  Astray 
:J73  Henry  V 
374  Unequal  Match 
■>';,  -May  ur  Dolly's  Delusion 
:n6  .Alhilwna 

VOL.  XLVIII. 
i77  Knuch  Arden 
!7j  i:ndcr  the  Gila  Light 
37<i  Daniel  Rocbat 
38u  Caste 

hoot 
3Hi  Home 
383  David  Garrlck 
3s4  Ours 

VOL.  XLIX. 
385  Social  Glasi 
3>*6  Daniel  Druc« 
i87  Two  Roses 
SS-^  Adrienne 

389  The  Belli 

390  Uncle 
•391  Courtship 
392  Not  Such  a  fool 


VOL.  U 

393  Fine  Feathers 

394  Prompter's  Brf 

395  Iron  SLister 

396  Engaged 
"    rniatioQ  A  i 

398  Leah 

:99  Scrap  of  Paper 
4UU  Lust  in  Londot 
VOL.  LL 
401  Octoroon 
40i  Confed«-ate  Spy 
"ariner's  Return 
404  Ruined  by  Drink 

Dreamt 
406  M.  P. 
411?  War 
4u»  Birth 

VOL.  LIL 

409  Nightingale 

410  Progress 
41hPIav 

41'J  Midnight  Charge 

413  Confidential  Clerk 

414  Snowball 
Our  Regimenw 
Married  for  Money 

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■  KLsrv,  author  of  "Sowing  the 
e,  4  female  characters. 
HIELD.  An  original  comedy  in 
.Grl-nov,  author  "f  "Sowing'the 
j-ie,  3  female  characters. 


Acts 
Wind,' 

THE  SILVE. 
3  Act.  bv  Svn 
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THE  GLASS  OT   FASHIOT^ 

edy  in  4  Acts  by  S»    nkvi^klvdy 

th*  Wind,*'  &c'.    f    lale.  5  female  characters. 


An  original  com- 
of  *'  Sowing 


THE  BALLOON.     Farcical  comedv  In  J  Acts  by  J. 

H.  Dakm.cv  and  MiNviLLK  Fk>.\.    "6  male,  4  female 

charact<"rs. 
MISS  f  LEOPATRA.     Farce  in  3  Acts  by  Aktbdb 

Shirlkd.     7  male,  3  female  characters. 
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VOL.  XLIL 
Love  1 329  As  Like  as  Two  Peas 
Letter  330  Presumptive  Evidence 
331  Happv  Band 
:«i  P'natore 
333  Mock  Trial 
so  3:i4  Mv  Uncle's  Will 

335  H.ippv  Pair 
1  Coat   '336  My  Turn  Next 


VOL.  XLIII. 
3.37  Sunset 

•3:iS  For  Haifa  Million 
339  C  .ble  Car 
:»!  Enrly  Bird 
341  Alumni  Play 


342  Show  of 
|:i43  Barbara 
I344  Who's  Who 


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VOL.  XLIV. 

345  Who's  To  Win  Him 

346  Which  i  3  Which 

347  Cup  of  Tea 

34?  Sarah's  Voung  Man 

349  Hearts 

350  In  Honor  Bound      [La 

351  Freeiing    a    .Mother-ij 
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11  Married  Hake 

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VOL.  X. 
n  fralud  and  >-narl«a 
it  Pretty  Haee  of  Batiaeu 
n  Mil)  BroMn^inftker 
1(T«  Parts   Bu<)    Baek    U 

Sir*  Penadi 
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n  Swim  Ott»(« 


149  Coonedji  and  Tragedf 
ISOOpposito  IVelehbors 
151  Dutchman'e  Ghost 
15S  Paneeutad  Dutchman 

VOL.  XX. 
1S3  iidueard  Ball 
.6*  Great  Tragic  RerlTal 
155  Higli  Low  Jack  &  Game 

166  A    Gentleman   from   Ire- 

1 67  Ton)  aud  Jerry        [laud 
IM  Villide  Lawyer 

lU  Captain's  not  A-miu 
]WI  Amatvura  eluo  Actors 


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210  My  Husoand's  Ghost 
m  Two  Can   Play  at  that 

Game 
2S2  Fighting  bv  Proxy 

VOL.  iXX. 
233  Unprotected  Fdmale 
m  Pet  of  the  PetUeoatt 
its  Forty  and  Fifty       [book 
284  Who   Stole   the  Pocitst- 
$17  My  Son  Diana          [sioa 
2!W  DnwarranUble  Int'U- 
2S»  Mr.  i.Dd  M'i.  White 
24*  A  Quiet  Family 


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VOL.  > 

Too  Much! 

6  Cure  for  til 

i7  jAck's  thej 

108  MuchAdn) 

309  Artful  Do 

316  Winniae  1 
iU  Day's  Fisll 

312  Did  van  ef 

VOLII 

313  Anirishm': 

314  Cousin  F.' 
.11 C  'TUtheD 
31 «  Masquera, 

317  Cr.>w<iinf 
31(1  0<io,1  Nir 
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